Hope Extinguished by Fire

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*Note: This story was written based on events that happened during my game of Birth of the Federation. So if you were going to wonder what the heck I was writing, well, there is your answer.  
I hate this word limit thing, btw. It's weeing me off.

Prologue
James Polson was a thirty three old farmer who lived on Axanar II, a Federation system inhabited mostly by humans. Like usual, he got up at six am local time, and went to the fields where he grew wheat and barley and he came back home around seven pm, when he dismisses the rest of the farm crew. Some said his life was very monotone, and he never had much fun, but James Polson, the farmer, was content with his life.
It was very bright Sunday morning on this day. Mr. Polson, as usual, was working on the broken wheat harvester with Seth and Mark, two of his wheat harvester crew, when Sophie, his six year old girl, her ponytails bouncing, came over to him.
“Hi, daddy!” she said with her bright innocent voice.
Polson hugged his daughter. “Well, hello there. What brings you out to the field?” he asked.
“Oh, mommy wants to talk to you. Says there is a call for you from Uncle Henry.”
“Uncle Henry? Well, let’s go, sweetie, and say hi to Uncle Henry.” He looked back at Seth and Mark, who were still working on the wheat harvester and said, “Take a break guys. I’ll be back shortly.”
He took his daughter’s hand, and walked into his great house that his grandfather built, when he settled on then very wild planet.
He kissed his wife, Madison, and then he took a sip of cool water from the well tapped into the underground river and went to his study where he took his call.
“Hello, Henry. What’s up?” Henry Sommers was Madison’s brother.
“Jim, we got a problem. Sensors have detected Klingon ships dropping out of warp on the outer edge of the system.” Colonel Sommers was the Axanar Planetary Militia’s second in command.
Captain James Polson quickly absorbed the information. “How many ships?” he coolly asked.
“Eighteen. Seven battle cruisers, five light cruisers, six troop transports.”
“That’s their main fleet,” Captain Polson said.
“Right, Jimmy. The general wants every men mobilized. All civilians are to follow evac plan 3. Get your wife and daughter to city, quickly. And your company assembled in three hours. See ya then.”
Colonel Sommers then disconnected the transmission.
Captain James Polson, Axanar Planetary Militia, was going to war.

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Chapter 1

Commander Kratal of House Vembi sat quietly on his command chair, calmly gazing at the blue marble in space called Axanar II. Everywhere on his ship, Klingon warriors moved around briskly, getting the warship prepared for the incoming battle ahead. Yes… There will be much glory this day.
The war with the Federation p’tahk was going well, though it was only on its second year. It all started with the Vulcans…
The Klingon Empire was strong. Her might reached across the space, her population expanding, and her allies many. The Bajorans, the Mintakans, the Betazoids, the Yridians, the Ullians all joined the Empire for protection and prosperity, and they contributed much to the success of the Empire.
But the Vulcans were different. When legendary explorer Captain Pral and IKC Dugh’guy made first contact with the Vulcans, the High Council saw a great potential ally, as the Vulcans were well developed society, and their ability in scientific research very… desirable. So, the High Council gave out many gifts of gold pressed latinum and the Vulcans eventually became the allies of the Empire.
Then came the United Federation of Planets. Suddenly, the Vulcans decided that they did not want to stay with the Klingon Empire, and joined the Federation p’tahk. Though this was grave breach of Klingon honor, which showed every help and assistance to an ally, but Kratal thought the High Council was more upset about the waste of so much latinum on the Vulcans, who deserted them, and made Chancellor R’oyan look like a fool.
So the Klingon war machine rolled. Many new warships commissioned, many warriors called up from various Houses and trained for battle. The Federation, seeing the Klingon war efforts, tried to negotiate a peace treaty, but all offers were scoffed, their ambassadors sent back in embarrassment. Klingon diplomats were not idle, securing an alliance with the Romulans, who were also displeased by Federation, though they were very weak, compared to the Federation.
When the command came to attack, the Federation died like a targ on a butcher’s shop. First, the secondary battle fleet of 13 B’rel class scouts under General Ursul destroyed all Federation military installations near Qo’nos, including an outpost that the p’tahk dared to build right next sector to the homeworld. They harried trade routes, destroying odd starships that were caught ambushed and generally showing the Federation how wrong they were, causing them to divert most of their Starfleet to protecting their capital system, Sol, and other close by systems.
The main battle fleet under General H’kem went around the long way, catching the Federation by surprise. The first world to fall under the Klingon steel was the Vulcans, who learned the consequences of dishonour. All of their leadership were executed, and an Imperial Overseer now directly ruling the Vulcans, who were cowed into submission. Then the Andorians were conquered, though they were shown a bit of leniency, because they fought like true warriors, destroying 5 Klingon regiments before being subdued. The Talarians also fought well, but they were defeated, too. The human colonies at Tohvun system were considered waste of occupying force, so they were eradicated.
So, the Klingon main battle fleet has arrived at Axanar system, considered the gate to the core Federation worlds. Perhaps here the course of this war will be decided.

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“Communications Officer, squadron status,” Commander Kratal growled.
Lieutenant Y’Tar, from minor House Qan’tor quickly replied. “All warships reports ready. Waiting for command.”
“Good.” Kratal sat back on the command chair. This ship was not a Klingon design, but of the Vulcans. It always had a different feel to it, what humans would call Spartan in design, but more efficient than the K’Tinga battle cruisers. Despite the fact that it was not built by the Klingons, it still had the warrior’s spirit embedded in them, reading to lead them to battle and glory.
Kratal chuckled. He remembered the Vulcans who used to crew this vessel, when Vulcans and Klingons were allies. Kratal even studied at their Science Academy, and learned to appreciate logic. So when the Vulcans wanted to join the Federation, and taking their ships with them, Kratal was ready.
Though he was only a junior lieutenant, serving as assistant engineer, he saw the Vulcans act slightly different, not betraying anything, but just slightly different. So when he saw the Vulcan engineer Chabok raise his pistol to shoot Captain M’Ker, he acted quickly, killing all Vulcans in the engineering section, securing the ship and raising alerts to other Klingons in the Vulcan light cruisers. For his bravery and quick thinking, he was promoted to Captain and in command of IKC Seleya, and soon after, commander and commanding officer of this squadron of 5 Vulcan light cruisers.
He called the Communications Officer again. “Have you informed the General of our status?”
“Yes, Commander,” Lieutenant Y’Tar replied.
Kratal grew impatient. What is keeping that old targ from ordering the attack? “Raise the General’s flagship again. Ask when the attack will commence.”
Y’Tar quickly spoke to her headset, and got a reply. “Sir, the flagship reports Qanmang was slightly delayed, but ready to go. The General gives the attack command.”
Led by IKC Seleya, the Klingon fleet charged into the maw that was the Federation orbital defences.