After I left Starfleet, I made it my life's work to reunite the Romulans with their Vulcan brothers. For many years, I, and many like me lived among them and waged a campaign of peace. 21 years ago, the star of the Hobus system went supernova, and sent a wave of devastation across the quadrant. I promised to save the Romulan homeworld.

I failed.

The planets Romulus and Remus were destroyed, countless billions lost in the confligration that swept their homeworlds away.  To prevent this fate from befalling the entire galaxy, I used red matter to create an artifical black hole. While the threat was averted, my ship passed through the tear into another reality.

My home, my friends, my life...

... all are memories.

Time does not stop for one man, and neither does history. The chaos in Romulan space gave the Klingon Empire an opportunity to expand it's territory. J'mpok, the Chancellor of the High Council, traded diplomacy for the tip of a blade. Only in battle, J'mpok says, is a Klingon truely Klingon. The Federation did it's utmost to preserve it's alliance with the Klingons, but war was inevitable.

The Romulans want revenge for their lost world. The Dominion is rebuilding it's forces. The Equestrians, long a stabilizing force of the quadrant, battle elements from within that are willing to burn all around them to ash if that is what it takes to preserve their home.

Now the Borg have reappeared and attacked the Vega Colony.

The Galaxy balances on the edge of ruin.  Every generation, Starfleet officers hear the call of duty. If the Federation, no, all free life in the galaxy is to be saved from chaos, new officers will need to take up the task of restoring peace.

The fate of the galaxy rests in their hands.

In your hooves, Applesky.

Wake up.