Copy No. 4 of 2222543-3211-098
Reference: Deep Space- Sector 33-45
Time Zone: Local
Task Organization: Patrol Squadron-Galleon (IXF)
Patrol Boat/ Command Ship- Drifa
1. Situation- IXFSPAWARCOM detects large-scale maneuvers of unknown ships near reference point 33-45 a/d. Dispatch PS-Galleon.
a. OPFOR- Unknown strength. Detection of light “wobble” among star and planets indicating movement of unknown elements disrupting normalized light emission at asteroid mining facilities at reference point 33-45 a/d. Possible raiders/pirates.
b. DSPS-Galleon Element A/11- Drifa
2. Mission- DSPS-G-A/11- Enters sector to do preliminary scan of OPFOR. If OPFOR is hostile, evaluate strength and report to IXFSPACOM. DSPS action approved if hostile actions taken against IXF.
Captain Evja stared at the orders a moment before a frown crossed his ruggedly handsome face. Casting his eyes towards his XO he handed her the sheet, his voice a low grunt as he glanced out into the inky black. The sparkling stars filled his vision.
Lt. Hallma whistled slightly as she handed the orders back, “Well Captain, technically we will be in the theater of operations. “
Grunting Evja shook his head, “It’s not that. I have a feeling, something in my bones. We’ve just been retrofitted with the upgraded weapons systems, but the battle group is going to be nearly 1,250 light years distance. If we do find something, we may be in for a long fight.” A grim smile as he looked at her, his gnarled hand on the back of his command chair, “It doesn’t seem like a great distance, but it is.” Exhaling he eased into his chair and nodded to her, “Take us out.”
Lt. Hallma nodded and stepped up to the command lectern; her hands gripped both sides tightly as she tapped the intercom, “Helm, take us out.” She pressed in the coordinates that quickly popped up on the screens of the helm and sensor operators. With quick, precise movements the helmsmen got the patrol craft underway. Drifting away from the space station the Drifa kicked on the MTU engines and their distinct high-pitched whine filled the engine room. The crew looked up and listened as the ship lurched a moment then the surges of power caused it to shudder once before silence.
Glancing back, Hallma nodded to Captain Evja before saying with a hint of excitement, “All ahead full.”
“All ahead full, aye.”
20- hours later on the edge of the Vel’ha mining facilities, an asteroid field orbiting an aging red-giant, the Drifa slipped out of manifold space and sluiced through the bending of gravity as it seemed to pop into existence. Everyone on board was at duty stations, Captain Evja clicked the CIC, “Launch two birds, get them out on station. Get two more online and ready, then scan the fields and do a system wide sweep. See if we’re alone.”
5 minutes later two bright yellow Slyph, unmanned fighter/bombers raced away from the ship. At the 500-mile point they cut their engines and let their momentum carry them out and around the first layer of the asteroids.
“CIC, this is the Captain.”
“Sir, we are not detecting any activity at the main mining port. There are ships but we aren’t getting any readings on power. It looks dead sir.”
Captain Evja lowered his head a moment before he said, “I hate it when I get a feeling". Punching a button on his command pad he said, “CIC, weapons online until we known the situation. Tap out the sensors to maximum range and get me eyes on anything that moves.”
Entered battleground- Asteroid field orbiting a red giant.
Launched two unmanned fighter craft into Ship Protection Patrol.
Readied two more unmanned fighters for scramble.
Detected no energy at the mining facilities.
Extended sensors to maximum range and brought weapons online.