I get to conquer the Federation (SW and ST Crossover/SI)

Jaenera Targaryen

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I'm wondering, what historical facts is Section 31 imprisoning people for uncovering? It said pre World War III history, but I don't know what is so notable about that period.

One of the factions in WWIII was the Eastern Coalition Of Nations (ECON), formed and led by Khan's Natural followers. Or for that matter, from what's seen of Earth in Star Trek IV or in those episodes when Voyager went back to the early-21st Century, the Eugenics Wars never actually seemed that devastating or pervasive.

In short, the official narrative of pre-WWIII/pre-Unification Earth being a divided, chaotic place is already questionable as it is from a meta perspective. And I suspect that's something Section 31 would rather not happen in-universe.
 

namar13766

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How many times has Starfleet has effectively marginalized the civilian government(s) of the Federation and it's member nations and could seize power at any time? How did Starfleet become a defacto independent part of the Federation itself?

The engineering mishaps seen in Starfleet display either gross negligence or depraved indifference. Whose idea was it to allow a theoretical physicist ( Leah Brahms) design a warship? Did they even realize that there is a difference between pure science and applied science? This is a fine example of the way that Star Trek insults the engineering profession; in their world, they go straight from pure theory to full-scale implementation with civilian lives at risk: something that no engineer would ever do. And this is just one example; how many times throughout Star Trek has some totally new idea been tried out by using the entire ship as the test rig? This is insane; would an aerospace engineer try out new theories on fully loaded passenger jets?
 

Jaenera Targaryen

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How many times has Starfleet has effectively marginalized the civilian government(s) of the Federation and it's member nations and could seize power at any time? How did Starfleet become a defacto independent part of the Federation itself?

Probably by abusing the legal loophole that Starfleet technically isn't a military. They're an exploratory and scientific organization just with self-defense capabilities.

Complete BS, of course, but anyone who complains either gets ignored, sidelined, or at least in this story, disappeared by Section 31.

The engineering mishaps seen in Starfleet display either gross negligence or depraved indifference. Whose idea was it to allow a theoretical physicist ( Leah Brahms) design a warship? Did they even realize that there is a difference between pure science and applied science? This is a fine example of the way that Star Trek insults the engineering profession; in their world, they go straight from pure theory to full-scale implementation with civilian lives at risk: something that no engineer would ever do. And this is just one example; how many times throughout Star Trek has some totally new idea been tried out by using the entire ship as the test rig? This is insane; would an aerospace engineer try out new theories on fully loaded passenger jets?

You are talking about an idealized version of the Soviet Union. The same people whose first-generation nuclear reactors had open cooling systems, who insisted for decades on collective farming despite near-constant failed harvests, and even left stored biowarfare agents without supervision in abandoned facilities to be exposed to and by the elements.

In all honesty, Section 31 deserves some praise for somehow being able to keep the charade going for so long.
 

Jaenera Targaryen

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I'm looking forward to seeing how they kept "Superior Ability Breeds Superior Ambition" a pervasive meme when it seems rather hollow on actual contemplation.

Riker quoted Goebbels already. Basically, they just kept pushing the party line, made sure everyone who mattered followed it, and kept everyone else in a complacent and placid state to just go ‘follow the leader’.

It’s just that until the Empire came along, no one was big and bad enough to not just shake up the system - like the Dominion did - but to outright break it open and cause all its skeletons to come spilling out.
 

Jaenera Targaryen

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Depending on how hard this hits the average UFP citizen...it'll be interesting to see how much they buy from ANY governmental source...and for how long that distrust lasts, and how that affects their relationship w/the Empire.

The Empire - or at least the Empire as led by our protagonist - leads by example. Building a new world for a new order.

Featuring such things like a class society, a free market, private enterprise, personal land ownership, money, avant-garde culture…

…it won’t be perfect much less utopian, but it’ll be a more honest, and maybe even fairer world.
 

Bassoe

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I think we're overestimating the propaganda coup which was Tartarus, if only because this is the same civilization that invented holodecks so Section 31 can just pull a Vreenak.
 

Kujo

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Well it being May the 4th, here is a song about 'Stormtroopers' (the World War One Variant) Hopefully Admiral Targaryen's are as capable. Also, that her diplomacy and strategic vision are much better then those that directed those Elite troops. Assuming France would fall and the UK wouldn't get involved (Belgium, Dreadnaughts) and it only gets worse with the USA (Lusitania, Zimmerman). Don't get me started on the Schlieffen Plan and it's wildly 'optimistic' projections. Enough hope you enjoy. thank you.

 
Chapter 19

Jaenera Targaryen

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In New York, the UN Memorial Complex was on fire, rioters rampaging unchecked through its grounds and corridors. The statues of the delegates which had negotiated the end of WWIII had been pulled down, while the stone slab bearing the original United Earth Charter had been defaced. “LIES” it read, marked in red paint across the once-gleaming surface, splattered and pitted from thrown paint and other projectiles.

In Washington D.C., a colossal crowd had gathered in front of the White House, chanting and stamping as UNAS National Guards looked on warily. Stars and Stripes flew across the crowds, along with portraits and other images of the Founding Fathers of the old USA.

In Boston, crowds gathered before the harbor as men dressed like 18th Century gentry hauled boxes onto a pier. Cheers and applause broke out as they were opened, before countless Starfleet badges were dumped into the water. Stars and Stripes flew in the breeze, a hush falling across the crowds as several young girls started singing the Star-Spangled Banner, but it wasn’t long before the crowds were joining in.

“O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave, o'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?”

Philadelphia was more of the same, demonstrators gathered around the Liberty Bell, flying Stars and Stripes, and even tolling smaller bells of their own. “THIS IS AMERICA!” a man shouted as he flew the Stars and Stripes and the Imperial Cogwheel from both hands, all to cheers from the crowd. “NOT THE SOVIET UNION!”

“BETTER DEAD THAN RED!” a woman shouted to even louder cheers.

“I STAND FOR FREEDOM! FOR JUSTICE! NOT COMMUNISM!” another man shouted, to a thunderous roar of approval that literally shook the camera droids.

The protests in Moscow were even more violent. In Red Square, rioters screamed their approval as countless flags, badges, and other symbols of United Earth, the Federation, and Starfleet were thrown before Lenin’s Mausoleum. Former Starfleet officers and personnel were forced to parade down the streets in uniform, subjected to a hail of spit, insults, and even rocks and other thrown projectiles.

In Beijing, corpses hung from lampposts, United Earth bureaucrats and Starfleet officers lynched by angry mobs. They’d even stormed the Forbidden City, and placed images of Qin Shi Huang, Emperors Gaozu and Wu of the Great Han, Taizong of the Great Tang, and even the Kangxi Emperor before Tiananmen Square. Anti-Federation and anti-United Earth slogans flew above the crowd, emblazoned in Chinese characters, the use of which had been discouraged by United Earth as encouraging cultural heterogeneity. Next to those slogans, the black cogwheel on white of the Galactic Empire flew in solidarity, the Imperial Stormtroopers guarding key locations regarded with quiet respect by the mobs.

In Tokyo, the Sun Disc and the Rising Sun flew by the thousands as crowds turned out by the tens of thousands to welcome the return of Prince Takahito and Princess Michiru. The last members of the ancient Yamato Dynasty, and who supposedly went down in a storm during their honeymoon at sea back in the 22nd Century. Instead, they’d been spirited away by Section 31, and locked away in the cryogenic vaults of Pluto. Now, they had returned to claim the Chrysanthemum Throne, an honor guard of Imperial Stormtroopers and AT-STs escorting them back to the Tokyo Imperial Palace. The prince and princess waved and smiled at the crowds, who cheered and shouted as the rightful king – or Emperor, as it was – returned at last.

Tenno-heika, banzai!” millions yelled across the cities of Japan. “Tenno-heika, banzai! Tenno-heika-banzai!

Candles burned on the streets of Delhi and other Indian cities. And not just India, either, but also Pakistan, Bangladesh, and other South Asian countries. Bards sang the tales of ancient heroes, like Rama of Kosala, Seventh Avatar of Vishnu, and prayed in thanks for vindication at long last, the wheel of karma finally crushing the impious Federation and United Earth beneath it. Tens if not hundreds of millions mourned in public for the first time since WWIII, as statues and images of Khan Noonien Singh, greatest of the Augment Rulers of Asia, were paraded in public.

In contrast, effigies of James Tiberius Kirk were raised, casting him as a reincarnation of the Demon Lord Ravana, and burned before the madly-screaming crowds, firelight dancing on the gilded images of Khan, himself cast as the reincarnation of the great King of India. Flowers were laid at his feet, along with offerings of milk, butter, gold, and even live cattle. Volunteers lined up for kilometers on end, tens if not hundreds of thousands of Indians seeking to join the Imperial Army in the fight to bring the Federation down, and in so doing, avenge their long-lost sovereign.

Paris was no different. Angry mobs marched down the Champs-Elysees, while others held vigil before Les Invalides. Images of the ancient French warlord and tyrant, Napoleon Bonaparte, stood along white banners with the blue and gold fleur-de-lis of the ancient Bourbon Dynasty. A blonde woman with long hair tied into a braid that ran down past her waist had scaled the Arc de Triomphe, dressed like a knight of ancient times. Then she’d raised the white banner of the ancient French kingdom, before drawing and brandishing a sword into the air.

Deus vult!” she shouted, to thunderous roars of approval.

More crowds were gathered before the Elysees Palace, only they shouted encouragement instead of invective. “Protect the rights of the people!” a woman shouted.

“Don’t let them use us again!” a man shouted in his turn.

“Down with United Earth and its co-conspirator, the United Federation of Planets!” another man shouted.
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“So…Watch Station Vann has been secured.” I remarked, glad to be back on the Courageous and away from the chaos consuming the Earth. Granted, I’d helped start that chaos to begin with, but it was a necessary thing, if only to burn away any lingering sentiments for United Earth, and the conspirators behind it.

Section 31…or should I say, the Majestic Twelve…President Truman, you never knew the kind of hell you were unleashing when you formed that group, did you?

“What’s the Vulcan reaction?” I asked.

“…logical.” Torrhen grunted. “There’s been arrests of Section 31 agents across the Vulcan Sector. It’s gone surprisingly smoothly…for the most part.”

“Oh?”

“Some kind of…telepathic sleeper programming…” Torrhen grumbled. “…sorry, ma’am. But, I’m not really an expert on Force or whatever kind of mechanics work behind this psychic stuff.”

“If anything, you’d prefer to avoid just that, don’t you, Vice Admiral?” I asked with an amused tone.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I laughed. “Well, I don’t blame you.” I said. “We’re soldiers, not Jedi or Inquisitors. We command fleets and armies, point guns at the enemy, and blast them away. We don’t read minds or move objects around with them. Still…this is going to be a problem.”

“Agreed,” Torrhen said with a nod. “The Vulcan security forces are working to unravel the mental indoctrination, but the ISB wants to call in support from the Inquisitorius, just in case.”

“…we’ve got no choice.” I conceded after a moment. “I refuse to take any chances. Sara, give the ISB my go-ahead for asking help from the Inquisitorius. Besides, they might come in handy for when we move on Betazed, to say nothing of Bajor.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I nodded, and then adjusted the holographic display to focus on Andor. “The fighting on Andor’s starting to wind down.” Torrhen remarked. “Thank whichever god listened that we didn’t have to deploy chemical weapons. I’ve been through a couple of gas attacks, they never end well.”

“True,” I admitted. “On all counts. Once again, the Federation’s, or rather, Section 31’s scheming works in our favor. All those Andorians they imprisoned or assassinated over the centuries to try – and fail – to…‘groom’ the Andorians out of being a militaristic society and culture have soured the Andorians out of fighting to the death for a Federation that never truly valued them.”

“Or was willing to let them die out in a couple of generations,” Torrhen rumbled in disgust. “If those reports about Section 31 discreetly sabotaging medical and genetics research aimed at curing a spreading congenital disease among the Andorians is any indication.”

Torrhen paused and shook his head. “Speaking freely, admiral,” he said in disgust. “They might be our enemies, but I can’t help but be sympathetic to them for slowly being stabbed in the back by their own allies for so long, and to never realize it until it was too late.”

I waved his concerns off. “The Andorians are worthy opponents.” I said. “They will make for a worthy addition to the Galactic Empire…not to mention will further strengthen our cause. First the Orions, then the Vulcans and Rigellians, then the Terrans, and now the Andorians…only the Tellarites remain unbowed before the Empire among the Federation’s founding races.”

Then I paused and shrugged. “As for their congenital disease,” I said with another dismissive wave. “I’m sure the Arkanians would be willing and able to help…all for a fair and reasonable price, of course.”

Torrhen chuckled before giving me a knowing smile and look. “Seeing as you’re Valyrian,” he said. “You would know all about that, wouldn’t you?”

“Naturally.” I said with a smirk. Valyria and Arkania had been close long before the Valyrian Freehold had joined the Galactic Republic in the wake of the Great Sith War. But of course: Valyrian aurodium had backed the great Arkanian mega-corporations, just as Arkanian genetic science had allowed us to achieve our physical ideal.

Torrhen laughed again. “If I were a Federation drone,” he continued. “I’d be lecturing you to death about the Andorians’ extinction being part of nature’s plan and we have no right to go against it.”

“Yes, how very…Jedi, of them.” I sneered. “Just replace ‘nature’s plan’ with ‘Will of the Force’, and it’d be something you’d hear from those meddlesome traitors.”

I paused and scoffed. “No matter.” I said. “Just as Lord Vader and the Inquisitors are already wiping every last trace of the Jedi from our home galaxy, so will we wipe every last trace of the Federation and their…backward, ideals from this galaxy. And then we will begin anew, just as His Excellency the Emperor promised, during the Proclamation of the New Order.”
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“…we will never surrender!” President Min Zife of the United Federation of Planets finished his speech by practically ripping off Winston Churchill. Unoriginal bastard…I didn’t let it show, but I was very annoyed. Something about the…Bolian, just rubbed me the wrong way.

“Someone shut that off.” I grouched, and Sara cut the feed. I regarded the rest of the command staff, many officers present only in holographic form. Operations White and Typhoon were still ongoing, after all, at least outside of ‘compliant’ sectors and those already negotiating with the Empire. In fact, in compliant sectors, work to repair the damaged subspace radio network was already underway…

…as well as the beginning of postwar reconstruction, given the large-scale private involvement in repairing the subspace radio network, by both Orion and Coruscanti corporations. The former had even concluded agreements with the latter with regard to buying patents, permits, and licenses for advanced subspace transceiver arrays and stations, as well as time for technical experts to oversee training programs to bring the Orions up to speed.

All for fair and reasonable prices, of course.

And it wasn’t just the subspace radio network. The various minor colonies were already seeing private expansion, starting with mining and other resource prospectors. Already, plans were being laid down for expanded resource extraction industries, while those colonies unsuitable for such but had large areas of undeveloped but fertile land were seeing COMPNOR lobbying for retiring soldiers and officers to be given colonization rights. Whether to reward them for years if not decades of loyal service to the Empire (or the Old Republic, during the Clone Wars and the preceding years of tensions), and as part of the greater Imperialization program laid out in Plan Z.

But that was all still in the future.

The war wasn’t over yet.

The Federation had been beaten down, gutted, and was bleeding out, but it still refused to surrender, determined to fight on until there was only a bloody smear on the ground.

If so, then I would grant them their wish.

“Our intelligence points to Tellar Prime readily surrendering once we arrive in force,” Agent Wolf of Imperial Intelligence continued. “But the problem is the Tellarites’ great colony world of Kharzh’ulla. One of the few truly industrialized worlds in the Federation, if not the only one aside from Orion to match what we’d consider as an industrial world. In short, it has all the resources to support Fleet Admiral Ross and his asymmetric strategy to fight the Empire.”

“Then we force him to fight us on our terms.” I said. “Not that that’s going to be easy. As I recall, Kharzh’ulla’s orbital ring is both heavily fortified and the center of its industry.”

“That is correct, admiral.” Wolf said, causing groans to go up around the conference.

“Sounds like Muunilist all over again.” Vice Admiral Orunitia grouched.

“Muunilist was botched by having Jedi in command.” I quickly disagreed. “Those fools insisted on infantry assault while neglecting mechanized support, not to mention spread their fleet too thin, causing unnecessary casualties in the orbital battle. Those, and the need to keep collateral damage low thanks to Muunilist’s importance to the galactic economy. In contrast, we do not have to operate under such handicaps.”

Vice Admiral Hans raised an eyebrow. “You have a plan, I assume, admiral?” he asked.

I smiled. “I do.” She said. “It will take time, but it would give us what we need. The destruction of the Starfleet forces assembled at Kharzh’ulla, the planet’s main defense, and even a shock and awe strike to force a mass surrender.”

There was silence across the conference, and I smiled wider. “Tell me, gentlemen,” I began. “In the days before spaceflight, how exactly did our ancestors take fortified cities?”

That caused plenty of raised eyebrows. “They would typically start by using scaling ladders and battering rams,” one general offered. “And try to take the place by storm. If that didn’t work, they’d try and starve the city into surrender, while using mining – if possible – to collapse its fortifications. And if that still didn’t work, they’d use siege engines like catapults to try and break the walls down, along with siege towers to try and overrun the walls.”

“Catapults…and how exactly would catapults break walls down?” I asked with a smile.

The general looked confused. “They’d hurl rocks at…admiral!” he gasped in realization, and I burst out laughing. The other admirals and generals looked shocked…

…with the exception of Major-General Darnat Cullan, the highest-ranking member of the Imperial Military Corps of Engineers present, who instead looked thoughtful if not impressed.

“My friends,” I began, while sliding a data file into the port and bringing up the data. “Allow me to present to you Operation Catapult, the plan to bring Kharzh’ulla to its knees. And with it, the Federation.”
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“What’s the word on the other major regional powers?” I said with a sigh, sliding into my chair in my officer after the meeting.

Sara took a quick look at the update she’d just received from the Diplomatic Corps. “Chancellor Martok has withdrawn his forces from the Archanis and Omega Sectors.” She said. “In fact, the Klingon Empire is on the brink of civil war, over allegations of the Chancellor being a Federation puppet.”

“And is he?” I asked.

“He has long supported the Klingon-Federation Alliance,” Sara replied. “And he did succeed the previous Chancellor, Gowron, with Starfleet support.”

I chuckled at that. “And so the Klingon Empire is about to tear itself apart.” I said. “Wonderful…and we barely had to fight them at all.”

“On that note, ma’am,” Sara continued. “The houses of the Dahar masters we liberated from Tartarus have opened communications, expressing a willingness to fight alongside us against the Federation separate from the Klingon Empire.”

“Is it for revenge?” I asked.

“Ambassador Lee think so, as the Klingon warlords in question have explicitly said as such.”

I gave a barking laugh at that. “I’m not against it,” I said. “But I’ll defer to Ambassador Lee to negotiate the details. Let’s not mess this up and leave a long-term problem on our hands.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Sara said, making a note on her dataslate. “Moving on…the Romulans continue to occupy the Neutral Zone, but they’ve stopped reinforcing their fleets present, and have even begun withdrawing units. It could be a ploy to put us into a lull, the better to claim more territory from the Federation as it falls when we strike at Tellar, but both Intelligence and the Diplomatic Corps disagree.”

“Oh?”

“The Romulan Senate is in a state of outrage.” Sara continued. “Apparently, there’s a strong sentiment going around that we should be allowed to destroy the Federation without interference. However, the Romulans have also extended preliminary feelers with regard to sending at least observers for any war crime trials after the war.”

“Hmm…I’m not against the idea,” I began. “But again, I’ll let Ambassador Lee negotiate the details.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Sara said, making another note. “Moving on…the Cardassians under their…um, I’m sorry, I can’t pronounce this, so…under their Dictator Garak, have explicitly declared themselves neutral. Then again, according to Intelligence, the Cardassians are still struggling to just start rebuilding from the Dominion War, given the relatively-resource-poor regions of space they control. As for the Breen and the Tholians…all attempts at communication have been ignored, however, long-distance scans and stealth recon have shown no signs of hostile intent on their part thus far. In contrast, the Ferengi have proven…amenable, to talks, with regard to and I quote a profitable relationship with the Empire. As for other powers, such as the Kzinti among others, have also declared themselves neutral, while reserving the right to open future negotiations.”

“They’re being prudent.” I mused. “No matter…once the Federation falls, we can conduct negotiations at our leisure.”

“As you say, ma’am.” Sara said. “Those are the generals of the diplomatic update, while the details have been uploaded for your perusal.”

I nodded, and gestured in acknowledgement as Sara saluted before leaving. Sitting back in my chair, I closed my eyes and relaxed for a few minutes. Then reopening my eyes just before I could fall asleep, I yawned and stretch my limbs before pulling up the details of the diplomatic update on my personal terminal.

No rest for the weary, as usual.
 
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TyrantTriumphant

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More crowds were gathered before the Elysees Palace, only they shouted encouragement instead of invective. “Protect the rights of the people!” a woman shouted.

“Don’t let them use us again!” a man shouted in his turn.

“Down with United Earth and its co-conspirator, the United Federation of Planets!” another man shouted.
This was basically copy-pasted from that episode where Imperial commoners were protesting against the FPA after the child Emperor got kidnapped.

Also, the SI's plan to destroy the planetary orbital defenses was basically the same one Yang Wenli used to take Heinessen from the military junta.

I think I remember some other similarities, but I'd have to go back and read through the whole story again to be sure.
 

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