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Awesome

You are the cool.

THIS SUCKS HORRIBLY

(lulz - DEATH TO TRAFFIC)

Then don't read it!

The rest of us on the other hand have enjoyed this so far.

First off Catyrpelius, don't worry. I know Von_Graff in real life, and he's the insane kind of guy who makes jokes about me sucking quite a bit. Don't sweat.

I would also like to apologize for the LONG time between updates here. Between life, writers block, and spending quite a few days getting my precious 707th Lubyan slaughtered on the tabletop I've been rather slow writing.....I hope this is wortht the wait, and I hope the wait gets shorter next time. Thank you all so much for your support and readership. =)

Chapter 5

USS Enterprise-D

Approaching Romulus

“What is our time to Romulus, Mr. Data?” Picard asked, sitting calmy in the command chair at the center of the Enterprise’s bridge.

“We will be exiting to impulse power in 47 seconds sir,” Data replied in his programmed voice, looking emotionlessly out at the view screen of the Enterprise. Soon enough, they saw the streaks of light slowly shorten into the individual points of light surrounding the vessel. The Enterprise’s engines calmed, toning down their rumbling till it faded into the background, and the bridge crew of the Enterprise looked out onto a sight they had never seen before.

There were no Romulan warbirds or civilian vessels around the planet. No trace of subspace communication from the planet. Ahead of them, a single massive vessel nearly ten times the length of the Enterprise orbited high above Romulus, long lances of fire leaving its side. Around it, dozens more vessels orbited, and even the smallest was twice as large as the Enterprise. The entire bridge crew of the Enterprise looked at the situation ahead of them with wide eyes. No matter what they had seen before, this was shocking. Not even the mighty Borg cubes approached the sheer mass of the vessels ahead of them, and the massive turrets and gaping fire ports along the sides of the vessels screamed that these vessels were made for one purpose, and one purpose only. War.

Picard was the first to recover and immediately gathered the attention of the rest of his bridge crew. “Mr. Worf, hail the largest vessel in that fleet. I’m assuming it’s no doubt a…flagship of some kind,” he said, not taking his eyes off the vessels. Several of the smaller ones were beginning to reorient, moving towards him and his ship with a ponderous speed that seemed to emphasize their look. As their range closed, Picard could see they were covered with towers and arches, and resembled the old Gothic cathedrals in his homeland far more than the smooth sleek ships he had long associated with space travel. Despite the fact that he knew that travelling in a vacuum rendered any smoothness or streamlining irrelevant, Picard couldn’t help but be uncomfortable with the shapes of these ships. What race would choose such a design for their ships?

‘A design that seemed to be ripped from Earth’s own history,’ Picard noted mentally.

“We have a response sir,” Worf said with a nod.

“Very good, Lieutenant,” Picard replied. “Please go and prepare the away team for the Romulan surface,” Picard ordered, standing up and straightening his shirt as the screen in front of him began to steady into an image of whatever race crewed these ships. As he heard the turbolift door slide close and whish away, the screen stabilized and Picard felt a stunned silence swamp the bridge again.

The figure in front of them was human.

A human who seemed very excited to see them.

“Humans! Humans! Oh great God-Emperor, I was afraid we would never see our own kind again!” the man on the screen seemed to shout, a massive smile on his face. “Forgive me,” he said as he stood up from a massive chair that seemed more like a throne. “Lord Captain Gabriel Nuskov, Battlefleet Lubya of the Immortal God-Emperor’s Holy Fleet,” he said with a salute. “May I ask the current millennium and year?” he asked, still beaming out at them.

“It is the 370th year of the 3rd millennium,” Data almost immediately replied, failing to suffer the sheer shock and surprise on the faces of the Starfleet officers standing around the bridge, and now shared by the man calling himself Nuskov.
“The third millennium,” he muttered, shaking his head slightly. “Thirty eight thousand years….” He whispered to himself. In the background of wherever the Lord Captain was sitting, there was a subtle flutter of movement.


“I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the United Federation of Planet’s ship Enterprise,” Picard finally managed to speak. “May I ask where you are from? And what your intentions are in this system?”

“I am a servant of the Immortal God-Emperor of Man,” Nuskov replied, his voice losing its joviality as he heard Picard speak. “And I intend…” he began only to be cut off by a rasping, almost artificial voice.

“This communication is not approved by the Mechanicus!” it screeched. “Its use is heretical!”

Nuskov nodded slightly as he looked back at Picard. “You and I have much to discuss, Captain, but I cannot discuss it here,” he said sharply. “Would you join me on the planet surface? I’m sure the rest of my…..staff,” he said hesitantly. “Would like to meet you.”

“Of course, Lord Captain,” Picard replied, putting on a diplomatic smile as he looked worriedly down at the sensor readings from Romulus.

“Please,” Nuskov said with a similar smile, that somehow did not feel as real. To the crew of the Enterprise could not help but feel that it was the diplomatic smile you give when you’re hiding a knife behind your back. “Allow us to send a transport over with an honor guard. I’m sure that you would appreciate it.”

“You have our gratitude,” Picard replied as he cut off the signal. With a worried sigh he looked over his left shoulder at Troi.

“Deanna?” he asked. “What do you make of this? What about this man?”

“I don’t know what to think about him, Captain. I can barely sense anything…..there’s some kind of barrier stopping me from reaching their minds.”

Picard sighed. He was uncomfortable heading into a situation without the Counsellor’s special insight into the psyche and mind of any mind that he encountered. Picard settled back into his chair, rubbing his head slightly as he tried to think of the way to deal with the situations. Even though he had made first contact with more species and cultures than he could hope to remember, Captain Picard was unsure of how to deal with a first contact situation with his own species.

As he buried himself in his thoughts, Data turned to him and reported the average sensor report. “Sir, sensors detect the delegation from the Imperium vessel,” he said, flipping through his screen as he examined the report. Strangely enough, the reading of the hull on the Imperial transport seemed to indicate that it had been exposed to cosmic radiation for centuries. “I would advise sir,” Data continued as he delved deeper into the reports. “The age of the vessel suggests it may be derelict and unsafe,” he continued.

“What?” Picard said with a start as his face shot up. “Sorry, Data….you were saying?”

“I was saying that the Imperium delegation is currently docking in our main shuttle bay,” the android officer continued on. “And that you should be aware that the vessel they have sent should be a derelict. My scans indicate that it has seen well more than a century of cosmic radiation.”

“It’s obviously space worthy,” Picard commented as he shook his head. “And I doubt refusing to bored their vessel would do much good for our diplomatic relations with this new power,” he continued as he stood up. “Please contact Worf,” the Captain ordered as he headed towards the turbolift. “And ask him to join me on this mission. Counselor, you as well,” he said as he nodded at Troi. Picard sighed as she stood and walked past him. “Now…let’s see what we can learn here,” he mumbled to himself as he entered the turbolift.


Retribution class Battleship Ave Humanus

Lubyan System

Nuskov growled as the view screen ahead of him closed off and moved off his throne walking quickly behind the great seat of power.

“Well?” a voice asked from the shadows. It seemed feminine, but the audio scrambler made it hard to tell, much less discern any more information than that.

“They are human to my eyes,” Nuskov said with a nod. “I will be joining them on the surface for discussion. The Adeptus Mechanicus can confirm or deny our suspicions.” There was a flutter in the shadows, seemingly reminiscent of a nod.

“We have an opportunity here, Lord Captain. If the time is true, we will have the chance to do what any other servant of the Emperor could only dream of.”

Nuskov could not help but smile. “And I will insure our new ‘alllies’ cooperation,” he said with a quick turn on his heel as he headed for the shuttle bay.


Location [CLASSIFIED]

System [CLASSIFIED]

The Man looked around the room he chose as his own, covered with the small trinkets that He used to maintain the illusion of the mere mortal man he was disguising himself as. He smiled warmly at some of the holograms and other recordings placed in their appropriate locations. One would think that ten thousand years of life would dull a man’s senses of love and appreciation; that all the memories of past identities would blend together and become worthless. But not the Man’s.

No, His memories and feelings remained as pure as they had millennia ago. Even though His identity had changed many times, and He had taken forms as distant as a poor carpenter and mighty leaders, He still felt as if He could enjoy the subtle things that mortals enjoyed as well. In fact, it saddened Him that none of those who loved Him or whom He loved would ever see His true form. With a sad sigh He shook His head and reached deep into the millennia of memory.

The deceit was necessary. He must remain hidden until the time was right. He had guided His people, yes….but always from the shadows. The time when He could become the source of light itself was still long in the future. Far away in His master plan.

But something was happening that the Man had not forseen. His already great power had increased by the tiniest fraction of a percent: a change so small that most would consider it beneath notice, but even so, the Man had noticed it. The Man felt it and knew what it meant.

It meant that His plan was becoming unraveled.

That it might fail.

Oooooh.

Emperors Faithful wrote:Oooooh.

Ahhhhh!

Sweet, is Picard going to get his ass kicked by Space Marines?

I like how Picard is leading Warf right into the clutches of a bunch of heavily armed xenophobes

Also, the proto-emp is an interesting addition, although I am not sure how that one will play out.

*Will stay tuned for more exciting adventures!*

You cannot kill off Worf. You just can't.

I didn't expect the Empra to appear, although it makes sense. I wonder how the Imperials will react?

Damn your refusal to utilise spoilers, Dastardly Dave! Damn you!

*shake fist*

Hi there, just wanted to pipe in and say great job! I'm really enjoying your fan fiction.

Good writing on the bit with Q. Picard, Q, Riker, they all acted and spoke like they did in the series, very well done!

I'll be following this with great anticipation.

Hello
first thing: OMG THIS IS AWSOME!!!
second thing: instantly subscribed
third thing: more please...

this is great, I love it and your writing skills are inproving as the stroy goes on. this is a great fanfic!

HOLY D***!!! AMAZING!

I love how you wrote the emperor assumed roles such as a "lowly carpenter"....

Christ was the Emperor. Obvious, yet shocking in implication.

This is great i am subscribed.

Honersstodnt wrote:I love how you wrote the emperor assumed roles such as a "lowly carpenter"....

Christ was the Emperor. Obvious, yet shocking in implication.

Covered in the original Realm of Chaos books... The shaman, the newman, the emperor has walked in many forms and been worshipped in them. It alluded that he was also Buddha and other influential religious icons.

I really want to shop a fat Buddha facing off against Horus. But alas, I have not the skill.

Really looking forward to the next chapter, been awesome so far.

I am truly very sorry for the delay in updates, guys. Writers block, and a lot of personal troubles have kept me from writing so much in the last few days. Fortunately, I managed to finish this chapter while I was on a plane to Finland for vacation. Going to Helsinki, St. Petersburg and Moscow for about a week...should be quite fun!
In any case, here's the next chapter!

Chapter 6
Surface of Romulus
Ruins of Xenos Government Building

The halls of the Romulan Senate were still stained green with the blood of its former defenders, and the heretical symols that had once adorned the Senate Hall had been shattered by bolter round and lasgun but, before being replaced with a golden Aquila that now overlooked the room where the Imperial Guard had set up as a Tactica Command. Currently, they were desperately covering up maps and holodisplays as they prepared for the arrival of the delegation from this….Federaton that had revealed itself now. Already, a small group of Naval officers and their Armsmaen bodyguards were sitting at the main table that stood at the center of the room, waiting patiently as the top Imperial Guard officers sat down as the final of their peons scurried out of the chamber clutching sensitive military documents.

“So what can we expect, Admiral?” General Noskova said as he took his seat. “What have you learned f these people?”

“They are human, and the leader of their vessel is human, so I hope that the spirit of Man is alive and well even this far in the past. Thirty eight thousand years, mind you,” the Admiral added on as an afterthought.

There was a moment of silence as the Imperial Guard Command quickly took in the information that had just been given to it. That was more time than any of them had expected, and now all any of them could do was wait for the delegation to arrive for them to speak to.

They didn’t have long to wait, as barely ten minutes passed by before the doors slid open, and a pair of Imperial Guardsman standing by it snapped to attention, lasguns braced against the floor with gleaming bayonets attached. The first to enter the door was a fairly short balding man in a black uniform with a red tunic, and a set of rank marks along his neck. Next to follow him was a woman dressed in a single piece, low cut suit. For some reason, the sight of her made half of the Imperials recoil, for her pure black, pupil-less eyes seemed to close to daemonic for their comfort. The last figure to enter made every last Imperial nearly grab for their laspistols and slaughter the delegation where they stood. A tall xenos with dark skin and disgusting disfigurements upon its forehead took up a spot behind the short, balding human who finally spoke.

“I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise. This is Counsellor Deanna Troi and Lieutenant Worf, my chief of security,” he said as he gestured to the woman and the xenos respectively. His words convinced the Imperials to loosen themselves in the slightest. While it was still a grave heresy to see a human entrust its life to a xenos, at least the human was still in control.

“Welcome, Captain Picard,” Admiral Nuskov responded, glancing quickly at Noskova before standing up. “Welcome to the planet Lubya of the Imperium of Man. May I introduce General Alexi Noskova,” he said as he motioned at the Imperial Guard command staff. “Commander of the Imperial Guard garrison on this world.”

“You’ll have to accept an apology in advance, Captain,” Noskova said with a disarming smile. “My men are still engaged in sweeping up the last pockets of resistance here, and I may have to leave early.”

Picard only nodded quickly as he turned to look between the two Imperial officers. “Well, I’m afraid that’s exactly what I’ve been sent to discuss. You see, on our records this planet…Lubya did you call it? Is actually the planet Romulus, capital of….”

“The Romulan Empire, yes we know,” Nuskov said dismissively. “They are usurpers. Filth stained upon the soil of a loyal Imperial world. We have cleansed the taint.”

“No more than you would do if you returned to your homeworld to find it overrun with invaders,” Noskova added on, his voice beginning to tense up. He was a native of Lubya, a man who had grown up on that world and loved it like no other.

“Well yes, but the Romulans have dwelled upon this world for thousands of years. This is as much their home….”

“We have dwelled on it for thousands more!” Noskova hissed, his voice taking on a dangerous quality. “Lubya’s history goes back to the days of the Great Crusade and beyond. For ten thousand years my world has served humanity, and I will not be told it belongs to some xenos filth.” he continued, slowly rising from his chair. Picard turned to look at the officer, caught off guard by the fury and anger that was barely veiled in his voice. He was quickly realizing that he was out of his element. He wasn’t used to this level of barely controlled rage, and it was unsettling to say the least.

“Even if this is your home, how can you justify your actions in an unprovoked attack? Our scans indicate that there are hardly any Romulans left on this world! How can you justify this….this genocide?”

Nuskov and Noskova shared a quick glance with each other and their officers, quickly reaching an unspoken consensus. This human was not a true Imperial, and was beyond redemption. He may be in command of the xenos, but clearly he would be a man to deny humanities rightful place in this galaxy. There was nothing more to discuss.

“I’m sorry, Captain,” Nuskov said, glaring at Noskova to keep his mouth shut, and his temper bottled. “But I don’t think these…..discussions will be of much use.”

“And I can not leave until…”

“You may go,” Nuskov continued on, ignoring the Captain’s attempted interruption. “You may go, and will not be harmed. But you are not welcome on Imperial soil.”

“The Federation does not recognize your move to annex this world and exterminate its population!” Picard declared, shooting up with anger in his voice for the first time.

“We care not for your Federation’s approval. We care only for the Emperor’s,” Noskova chimed in, his hand going to the power sword on his side. With a quick nod, the room was suddenly full of the high pitched whine of charging lasguns and the clacks of shotguns being armed. “Go.”

Picard paused, glancing at the weapons slowly being brought to bear against him. They were crudely shaped, and lacked any of the simple ergonomics of a phaser, but their purpose was clear. They were deadly. “Very well,” he said quickly, and began to back out towards the main door. “This was a most…enlightening discussion. Farewell,” he said as he quickly walked out, followed behind by Troi and Worf.

“Well?” Picard asked as soon as the doors closed behind him. “Counselor? Did your abilities grant us any insights?”

“I would advise not discussing things here, Captain,” Worf said as he glanced around the room. “This building was built by Romulans. It is no doubt rigged with monitoring devices.”

“And I doubt these Imperials would care much for something so basic as privacy,” Picard agreed.
“Very well,” he said as he tapped his comm badge. “Picard to Enterprise, three to beam up.”

“Well?” Nuskov asked of the assembled Tactica Commands.

“Heretics one and all,” an Imperial Guard Commissar declared. “Associating with xenos, denying humanities right to dominate?” he listed off. “I should have shot them right there.”

“And that woman,” another Imperial Guard officer commented. “There was something strange about her.”

“A touch of the Immaterium, agreed,” Nuskov said with a sigh. He had hoped to find refuge with the humans of this millennia, to reunite with his species and lead on to newer and greater things, but it was quickly being proved wrong. His duty was clear. Kill the Heretics. Purge the Unclean. “We must strike against them before they can call to their allies,” he said in a quiet voice.

“I disagree, Sir,” a younger member of the Naval Tactica Command spoke up. Nuskov raised an eyebrow as he turned to look at the younger officer.

“Oh? And what would you propose, Captain….?”

“Olov, sir. Captain Olov of the 8th Frigate Squadron,” he replied quickly.

“Well, Captain Olov,” Nuskov said, mildly amused as the eyes of the rest of the Tactica Command turned to the young officer. “What is it you propose instead?”

The young officer seemed to turn red at the prospect of drawing so much attention from so many high ranking officers at once. “Well, sir,” he began, struggling to keep his voice under control. “We should, instead of destroying them, use them.”

There was a quick silence as the members of the Tactica Command kept their eyes on him, but amusement was slowly being replaced with a dawning understanding. “How?” Nuskov asked, his own curiosity rising.

“Follow them instead of destroying them,” he said. “Board their vessel and take hostages for interrogation and place a psychic beacon for our Navigators to follow. Let them lead us to their bases.”
A general nodding of heads passed as murmurs of assention went through the Tactica Command.

“We should contact the Astartes….they will no doubt wish to contribute, and learn of what happened here,” Noskova said. “As well as begin developing our manufacturing base. We came heavily supplied, but those supplies will not last forever.”

With that, the room quickly emptied as officers moved to whatever responsibilities they had in the new plan for reestablishing Imperial dominance, even if it was only one light year at a time.


USS Enterprise-D

Orbit of Romulus
“Well,” Picard said as he sat in the chair at the head of the Enterprise’s observation room. He quickly tugged his shirt as he sat down. “I do believe Counselor Troi has her observations to report. Counselor?”

“The Imperials as a whole have an interesting emotional presence,” she began. “Each one feels a huge amount of anger and viciousness, but at the same time have a huge amount of devotion to their cause. They are all extremely loyal to their cause, it’s almost like a religious idolization. Unusual, but not unheard of in advanced civilizations.”

“I would hardly call them advanced,” Picard scoffed. “What ‘advanced’ race practices genocide,” he murmured to himself before turning back to his bridge crew. “Any success in analyzing their technology, Geordi?”

“Not much, Captain,” the Enterprise’s Chief Engineer admitted. “We’ve only managed to tell that it is much more advanced than ours.”

“More advanced, but cruder,” Data corrected. “Their technology seems to be based sheerly around function without thought to efficiency or safety.” Picard was about to ask Data to explain what he meant, when he was thrown half away across the room by an impact.

“Report!” he shouted, trying to figure out what on Earth was going on.

There was coughing on the communication lines as a voice came through. “…fired upon!” it shouted. “Some…..projectile. Pierced……near Engineering,” it continued, barely audible over the static that threatened to consume it. “Wait….opening……coming out! Oh God what….” Came over the line before the line cut off permanently, swallowed in static. By now, Picard and his crew were on the bridge, trying to make sense of what was going on to t heir ship.

“Multiple Imperial vessels moving around us, Captain,” Worf reported from his station. “They seem to be holding their fire, but are launching small craft.”

“I have multiple hull breaches near Engineering and scattered about the saucer section,” Data reported. “Multiple unknown life forms spreading from each.”

“Boarders,” Riker snapped, angry at the fate that seemed to overcome his proud ship.

Picard glared angrily at the viewscreen. “Take us to Red Alert and prepare for warp jump to the Neutral Zone!” he ordered, settling into his chair. “Mr. Worf, clear the ship of boarders as fast as you can.” With a holler of affirmations, the crew of the Enterprise leapt to action, determined to—once again—pull out a victory against impossible odds. Never did it enter their thoughts that even the luckiest ships have limits.


USS Enterprise-D
Entrance to Main Engineering

Security Officer O’Connor had never thought he would have to face a situation like this when he had signed up for Starfleet. It was the ambition of nearly every child to get into that prestigious institute and to join some of the greatest names in human history in exploring the cosmos. Going where no man had ever gone before.

Fighting eight foot tall armored monstrosities simply hadn’t been part of the mission statement.
Already, most of O’Connor’s command was dead. Men and women he had known and worked with for years had been cut down, their bodies destroyed messily by the weapons the enemy used. Some of the wounds were relatively simple, yet still gruesome beyond compare. They had been shot by some kind of….grenade launcher that the monsters wielded, and whenever it impaced their bodies had been torn apart from the inside out by the explosions. Other had burned to death when the monsters and the humans they fought along side had filled whole corridors with flame. Some of the security officers had stopped fighting as they rushed to try and save the families of the crew trapped inside rooms in those hallways. They were cut down for their troubles, their gore spattering the very walls they were fighting to save. Now, it was down to just him and one more officer. A man who was trembling with the horror of what he had already seen today. He had seen his friends hacked to pieces screaming in agony all the way. He had seen innocent civilians burned alive in their quarters, or cut down as they fled. It was too much, and the only reason he hadn’t run and fled the battle was that there was no where to flee to. Behind them was Main Engineering, and if it was taken the Enterprise was doomed. There was no room left for retreat.

“Here they come!” O’Connor shouted as he leveled his phaser at the oncoming armored monstrosities. They were screaming war cries and what almost seemed like hymns as their blue armored forms rushed forward. At maximum stun, he pulled the trigger and watched as the beam bounced harmlessly off one of the monsters. His last remaining officer stood up and fired as well, but a blast of plasma struck him, and blinded O’Connor. When his eyes finally cleared, O’Connor only saw a blackened crater where his comrade had once stood.

The monsters were still coming, and were already concentrating on him. O’Connor took a deep breath as he popped up from behind cover and fired again, this time with his phaser on maximum power; enough power to vaporize an average human. Through a bout of extraordinary luck, the beam struck one Astartes in a small weak spot in his neck. The beam punctured through, and managed to cut the Astarte’s throat and spine. Wih a loud thump, the Space Marine fell over, dead.

O’Connor allowed himself a moment of victory. He had killed a monster! In that instant, he felt invincible. He felt like he could beat all the monsters.

A power fist from the Marine directly behind the slain Marine quickly corrected O’Connor of that notion.

Nice work. Enjoy your holiday!

Haha! Loving it!

And welcome back, even if only briefly

Its good to have ya back, enjoy your vacation. I did alittle dance when you used Space Marines for the boarding action. Although I was almost hopeing for a squad of terminators to be present when Picard met the imperium.

You lost me at chapter 4 (i think). The only thing that would live through the average phaser (or disruptor) on maximum setting would be something with an invulnerable save. Ship to ship fighting is one thing- ships in 40k have void shields- but your average guardsman or even space marine would get vaporised like anyone else in star trek does. Just imagine a guard army where every infantry model carries a plasma gun that doesn't get hot.

Wraithlordmechanic wrote:You lost me at chapter 4 (i think). The only thing that would live through the average phaser (or disruptor) on maximum setting would be something with an invulnerable save. Ship to ship fighting is one thing- ships in 40k have void shields- but your average guardsman or even space marine would get vaporised like anyone else in star trek does. Just imagine a guard army where every infantry model carries a plasma gun that doesn't get hot.

If you don't like it, write your own. Its a fictional world who knows what would happen....
The imperial guard get destroyed by the disrupters. If you actually read what wrote a space marine gets killed a phaser set to maximum in chapter 5.

A Phasor is just a directed energy weapon....Space Marine armor is extremyl resistant to such weaponry, but this is not the place for such a discussion.

Catyrpelius wrote:A Phasor is just a directed energy weapon....Space Marine armor is extremyl resistant to such weaponry, but this is not the place for such a discussion.

Since when?




Ok that's enough I don't want to be the star trek fanboi squaring off against all my 40k compatriots.

I just thought of something that may be able to stop the Imperial fleet in this story. MAYBE.

If this story is based off of the main Star Trek timeline and not the movie, then that includes all the basic series, right?

So how about the Dominion fighting the Imperium? They might stand a chance.

But the dominion was beaten by the Federation. It would probably be a better matchup, the Dominion being about as blood thirsty as the Imperium.

Isnt DS9 way over in another part of the galaxy though, well away from anyplace any normal person would ever want to go?

Great story so far! I can't wait to see Q interact with the Imperials, I think it would be funny to watch him spin the Admiral of the fleet up. I'm also very curious to see how you deal with the Emperor in upcoming stories; should be interesting!

BTW, are you planning on incorporating the Eldar and Orks? These two races, at least, should be active during the 3rd Mil. Should we assume that these races exist, but haven't been encountered by the known Star Trek universe? It actually seems like an easy problem to deal with, since much of the pre-Heresy fluff is pretty vague.