Trevalyen breathed a sigh of relief as the monitors flashed. The satellites fed their data in one by one. Apparently the Federation wasn't under attack. Andoria, Vulcan, sent the correct command codes. The colonies acknowledged one by one. Repairing all the damaged systems would take years at best, even with the help of the Hiigarans, Davion and Suran. If they even desired to help.
"Tell the President subspace communications is restored."
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"...and so, the tachyon wave was undetectable until it was almost on top of us. It caused widespread interference in all isolinear chip technology throughout the Federation. Had this been two or three generations ago, we could be looking at millions of casualties. Thankfully, few people died due to backup systems, but reports from the colonies are still arriving." Trevalyen pointed at the holographic display.
"The tachyon wave originated from Romulan space."
The chamber mumbled. Trevaylen waited for the Vice-President to slam his gavel and call order. It was several minutes until he could speak.
"These Romulans are not our Romulans, not the Romulans of several hundred years ago. These are Romulans... from another galaxy. This Praetor Arthurius ordered his scientists to use forbidden temporal technology to attempt to send his Romulans to a paradise galaxy. The technology malfunctioned, and transported his Romulans to our galaxy.
Unfortunately, as all reputable scientists know, this technology is unstable and dangerous. The resulting tachyon wave caused serious damage to all civilian and most military computers. For over five stardates, Earth was cut off from her colonies, and Starfleet vessels were disabled.
Praetor Arthurius must be stopped, before he commissions another insane attempt. The next time, the damage to the Federation could be fatal.
We must declare war on the Romulans."
The council chamber roared.