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Space used to be a lot larger. 

Or at least it had felt that way until the day came when the Dominion was pressing upon Federation boarders. There wasn't one Starfleet vessel that wasn't engaged in the overwhelming war effort. The only ones who were not participating were in for repairs or reduced to floating clusters of scrap metal, lost among the distant stars. All except for one ship anyways, one ship that was not holding Federation lines or making counter strikes against enemy blockades. This one ship was none other than the USS [I]Orion[/I]. 

During a time when morale amongst the Federation and its allies couldn't be lower, it seemed a fool hardy choice. After all, they were losing the war, badly. Wasn't it folly to not use every resource available? Even some of the crew onboard the [i]Orion[/i] herself mirrored that line of thought as they went about their daily duties.

Tensions ran high on board as the orders were given to leave for the Vulcan system. While this might have been considered good news, many of the crew even considered it a chance to get a piece of the action. Knowing full well that the Vulcan system was heavily contested by the Dominion. However their hopes were dashed when it was announced the ship would still not be joining the war effort. Instead the [I]Orion[/I] would be acting as an escort, one which had been ordered to stay out of conflict and avoid the Dominion if at all possible.

The orders resulted in displeasure settling in the crew's thoughts. Everyone had lost someone in the war and being told not to get involved? But they were Starfleet officers and did as they were told. After all they had heard of Ambassador Spock. No one could make it through the Academy without hearing about Captain James T. Kirk and Ambassador Spock. 

The Ambassador's near deflection to Romulus nearly six years ago was infamous, as was the threats of war that had been carried as a consequence of his actions. In the end however, it had instead resulted in unprecedented cooperation that had waned and ebbed over the years. Though in recent years it had ebbed further than past as the Romulans had thrown their cards in with the Dominion. 

To say tensions were running high was to say water was wet. The [i]USS Orion[/i] was no exception as it was currently docked near Earth. The retrofitted Miranda Class Starship was battle worthy but her mission was to be something else. As soon as Captain Vaella walked out of her meeting with the head of Starfleet everyone in the campus had known. The [i]Orion[/i] was going to Vulcan. Those not currently assigned to a ship eagerly checked their orders to see if there would be any last minute changes. The chance to possibly aid the Federation in any way was too strong to resist. 

However all assignments to the [i]Orion[/i] had been made. A few minor adjustments had been made to the crew. A one Lt. Illyria “Lyra” Jadan Kan’Dosha had replaced the old Chief of Security who had decided to retire. Along with a few other new faces. The [i]Orion[/i] was scheduled to leave the Sol system by 1800 and arrive at Vulcan as swift as the little ship could safely go. The Federation had impressed upon the Captain the importance of Ambassador Spock's work. Time was ripe to sway the Romulans away from the Dominion. Already cracks were forming in their relationship. With the Romulans on their side they might be able to turn the tide and pull out a victory.

Without? The losses would be unthinkable.[hr]Ensign Kayla Moss, a young earth woman, watched yet another load of crew and cargo materialize in transporter room 5. She stifled a yawn as the men and women grabbed said cargo and removed it from the transporter pad. When they were clear she put a call through to Earth. 

"Ready for the next set." This was going to be a boring two more hours.