The year is 2468.
The Federation has been at peace for 47 years. Long enough for its leaders to become convinced that the long awaited era of galactic peace has arrived. Long enough that starship combat training has fallen out of favor with the occasional minor battle being handled by ships computers programmed with centuries of tactics.
In this era, very few starship commanders have experienced combat.
Only one has become an expert at it.
Captain Russell Jamison is an embarrassment to Starfleet. A relentless and ruthless soldier in an era of diplomats and explorers. Largely self taught in the arts of combat, he prefers torpedoes to talking and phasers to philosophy. Captain Jamison relishes battle as much as most ship commanders wish to avoid it.
After a series of battles that Starfleet considered unnecessary, though brutally successful on his part, Captain Jamison is stripped of his command and his crew divided up. Virtually exiled, he is assigned a 75 year old ship and a series of deadend missions on the fringest of Federation space though he still manages to find plenty of action. Despite this, his career seems to be at an end.
But Starfleet suddenly finds that it needs a soldier.
An entire fleet task force on a deep exploratory mission is destroyed in battle with a previously unknown force. Lost are most of Starfleets dedicated warships and their few commanders with combat experience.
Starfleet orders Jamison to return and offers him the command of a very powerful, large experimental starship and the services of his reunited crew to find out what happened and deal with this new menace.
But there are those in Starfleet who would be happy if Jamison never returns. And there are others who know a great deal more about this threat than they tell the captain or his crew.
However, Jamison has plans of his own. And they do not end when this mission is over......
The Federation has been at peace for 47 years. Long enough for its leaders to become convinced that the long awaited era of galactic peace has arrived. Long enough that starship combat training has fallen out of favor with the occasional minor battle being handled by ships computers programmed with centuries of tactics.
In this era, very few starship commanders have experienced combat.
Only one has become an expert at it.
Captain Russell Jamison is an embarrassment to Starfleet. A relentless and ruthless soldier in an era of diplomats and explorers. Largely self taught in the arts of combat, he prefers torpedoes to talking and phasers to philosophy. Captain Jamison relishes battle as much as most ship commanders wish to avoid it.
After a series of battles that Starfleet considered unnecessary, though brutally successful on his part, Captain Jamison is stripped of his command and his crew divided up. Virtually exiled, he is assigned a 75 year old ship and a series of deadend missions on the fringest of Federation space though he still manages to find plenty of action. Despite this, his career seems to be at an end.
But Starfleet suddenly finds that it needs a soldier.
An entire fleet task force on a deep exploratory mission is destroyed in battle with a previously unknown force. Lost are most of Starfleets dedicated warships and their few commanders with combat experience.
Starfleet orders Jamison to return and offers him the command of a very powerful, large experimental starship and the services of his reunited crew to find out what happened and deal with this new menace.
But there are those in Starfleet who would be happy if Jamison never returns. And there are others who know a great deal more about this threat than they tell the captain or his crew.
However, Jamison has plans of his own. And they do not end when this mission is over......
Do you not see a problem here?
Think 300, only more historically accurate and honest about the behavior of Spartans...
