The Beginning

"But sir? Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, the fleet are disbanding. Most of the members that were here already parted to a better fleet. We're not in use anymore. But..."

"But what sir?" In that particular moment, his mind were swayed away, as one of the crewmember entered the Captain's ready room. With a slight bow, the crewmember apologize for his disturbance.



"Sorry Captain, but here are the reports that you wanted, you did suggest me to send it to you as soon as all of it are done." The captain on the other hand, stands firmly, watching the stars at one of the windows in his room, blue-colored skin and two antenna could be seen on the top of his head, and a hair that seems white as snow. They called themselves as an Andorian and this particular captain is named, Thelol Vyhl. Turning his head slightly while extending his hand, he soon asked about the information that he bought with a smile on his face. Slowly the crewman passed a piece of datapad for him to read.




"Good good, this is what I wanted. Thank you for doing such a great work."

"You're welcome sir! It's been a pleasure to serve under a great captain such as you!" the crewman said nervously as he bows down slightly once more.

"Now now, you don't have to be scared there. Is there anything else you need?"


"N-No sir!" He then paused for a while as he eyes soon move slightly towards one of the flag that was hanging on the wall, that doesn't seem like their Emblem and without warning he asked about it.

"I-I mean.. yes sir. Why is there another emblem there sir? It doesn't seem like our fleet at all."

"Oh that?" the andorian male turned his head slightly, looking at it for the time being. He then paused for a while as he looked. The Crewmen was worried if he had said something offensive and tried to apologize, but before he managed to do so, Thelol started to open his mouth to tell a short story about it.


"That was the former emblem for our fleet, before we started to change into the Guardian Task Force. The old name was called the Knights of Modor and I was one of the people that was invited to join the fleet during my young time."

"I...I didn't know about that sir. I hope I didn't offend you about it."

"Oh not to worry, it's a good memory for me at least."

"So... What happened after that?"

"What happen?" He paused for a while, and turned his body, facing the crewmen before he continues the conversation once more. "Young man, soon after that, most captain decided to either move their own path, or they decided to join a bigger fleet in the Federation. So what's left is, me and another person who has been away for a long-term scientific mission. The leadership was passed to me and the fleet was then becomes the Guardian Task Force, where most were ruled by our family members and friends."

"I see... So that's how it goes. But... I'm glad to be able to be in the Task Force sir, and I'm grateful for it."

"I can see that. For now..." he smiled and looked at the crewmen, "You better head back to work there crewman, we still have some things to fixed here before we can head back to Spacedock for repairs. Let me know if there's any progress on the warp core."

"Aye Sir!" with a salute, the crewmen left the room, leaving the captain smiling away before the door closed.