title: The Romulan War: Beneath the Raptor's Wing (Star Trek: Enterprise)
author:  Michael A. Martin 
description: Michael A. Martin's solo short fiction has appeared in <i>The Magazine of Fantasy &amp; Science Fiction</i>. He has also coauthored (with Andy Mangels) several <i>Star Trek</i> comics for Marvel and Wildstorm and numerous Star Trek novels and eBooks, including the <i>USA Today</i> bestseller <i>Titan: Book One: Taking Wing; Titan: Book Two: The Red King</i>; the Sy Fy Genre Award-winning <i>Star Trek: Worlds of Deep Space 9 Book Two: Trill -- Unjoined; Star Trek: The Lost Era 2298 -- The Sundered; Star Trek: Deep Space 9 Mission: Gamma: Vol. Three: Cathedral; Star Trek: The Next Generation: Section 31 -- Rogue; Star Trek: Starfleet Corps of Engineers</i> #30 and #31 ("Ishtar Rising" Books 1 and 2); stories in the <i>Prophecy and Change, Tales of the Dominion War</i>, and <i>Tales from the Captain's Table</i> anthologies; and three novels based on the <i>Roswell</i> television series. His most recent novels include <i>Enterprise: The Romulan War</i> and <i>Star Trek Online: The Needs of the Many. </i>His work has also been published by Atlas Editions (in their <i>Star Trek Universe</i> subscription card series), <i>Star Trek Monthly, Dreamwatch</i>, Grolier Books, Visible Ink Press, <i>The Oregonian</i>, and Gareth Stevens, Inc., for whom he has penned several <i>World Almanac Library of the States</i> nonfiction books for young readers. He lives with his wife, Jenny, and their two sons in Portland, Oregon.
zlib_text: J M Dillard - Star Trek - Nemesis
  
  Prologue
  
  In the vast Senate chamber, Hiren, praetor and ultimate ruler of the entire
  Romulan Star Empire, sat in his great chair, which some derisively called a
  throne. The society in which he lived had for millennia been militarized,
  urban; even so, the tides of nature were tied strongly to the Romulan being.
  Beyond these vast, ancient walls, Hiren knew, the red Romulan sun was slipping
  below the horizon, infusing the sky, buildings, and glittering skimmers with
  an ethereal crimson glow.
  
  A sudden urge overtook him-to desert the chamber, to leave the pontificating
  senators agape, to board his own sleek skimmer and flee the city that was the
  crowning glory of the Empire. To return to the comfort of home: and then he
  remembered that there was no comfort there, only silence and solitude. His
  wife T'Shara, one of the highest-ranking commanders in the military, was to
  have returned home from the Celesian campaign this day, and been waiting for
  him this n