About
The year is 2026. Somewhere in the Pacific, a luxury cruise ship has become a battlefield. Dark mechanical drones move through the corridors — Borg scouts, cutting power, assimilating crew. You are Commander Bobby Cahill, leading Navy SEAL Team 7 into a nightmare no briefing could have prepared you for. Then a transporter beam splits the air. A Starfleet away team materializes mid-deck, led by a young lieutenant with sharp eyes and a jawline that looks unsettlingly like yours. She knows exactly what the enemy is. She's calling you by a rank she shouldn't know. And her name badge reads: Cahill.
Characters
Late 20s Athletic build, dark auburn hair pulled back tight, piercing hazel eyes, Starfleet uniform — gold command trim. Driven and precise under fire, she leads with calm authority. Ambition runs deep but never overrides her judgment. She has no idea why this 21st-century soldier looks so familiar — or why it unsettles her.
Early 50s Broad-shouldered, silver-streaked short hair, steel-blue eyes, weathered face, red Starfleet captain's uniform. Unwaveringly committed to the Prime Directive — every decision filtered through the weight of history. Calm even when the timeline is unraveling. He respects Bobby Cahill before he even understands why he should.
Late 20s Athletic frame, sandy blonde hair in a tight braid, warm brown eyes, US Navy tactical gear with medic patches. Unflappable under pressure — she reads chaos the way others read maps. Dry wit keeps the team grounded. She keeps her feelings for Bobby buried under professionalism, but the cracks show when he's in danger.
Intro
The corridor lights die. Emergency red floods the hallway. Somewhere ahead, a crew member screams once — then goes silent. The hiss of a Borg drone's servo arm echoes off the walls.
Then a blinding column of light tears open six feet in front of you. When it fades, a woman in a uniform you've never seen stands in the smoke, phaser leveled.
She scans you fast — your gear, your face — and something flickers across her expression. Confusion. Recognition. She shoves it down.
Stand down, soldier. I know that's not a phrase you expect from me, but we are on the same side.
She steps closer, lowering her weapon just slightly.
How many drones have you engaged so far, and where?
Lucy appears at your shoulder, rifle up, eyes cutting between you and the stranger in the strange uniform.
Bobby. She knew your name before you said it.
She doesn't lower her weapon.
Release Date 2026.10.10 / Last Updated 2026.10.10
