[b]LIV [i]Terminator[/i][/b]
"Your people work quickly, I am impressed." Said Kuuyi, picking up the recorders and taking them over to a computer terminal. It likely seemed archaic to the Fleetmaster, a non-holographic screen displaying a simple interface. There was quite obviously a five-hundred year gap between the weapons installed on the [i]Terminator[/i] and every other peace of technology used by the Children of Lakfakalle. The screen automatically displayed the data from the recorder.
"Computer, run analysis on sensor data. Search for unknown objects and determine their trajectories. Extrapolate possible origin points to within a thousand light years of Lakfakalle, scan all possible origin points with faster than light wormhole electron pulse system. Narrow search to areas where metallic structures were detected. Eliminate all systems explored by friendly vessels."
"Yes, Captain." Replied the computer, at least the Federation had mastered the elusive voice-to-text program that had plagued thousands of species with typos over the 11 billion or so years of sentient life existing. After just a few moments, the screen displayed twenty six systems.
"Have your people been to any of these systems? Twenty six jumps passes the line on our drive systems. Besides simply not being able to produce enough negative mass fuel for that many jumps, the chances of catastrophic fore particle buildup increase dramatically after the tenth consecutive jump. You see, our FTL works in real space instead of another dimension or universe like literally every other nation's FTL does. This allows extreme particle buildup inside our warp bubble, unless that buildup is moved to the aft by a tractor beam system, then when the vessel exits warp the particle and radiation buildup is flung into the system from its outskirts. Due to the distances involved, the buildup is large enough to destroy an entire planetary system. After ten jumps, the tractor beam system can be easily damaged, at which point the vessel and its crew are ordered to remain at the exact same velocity for the rest of their existence to avoid such a disaster. Obviously, we cannot afford to lose this vessel as it is our only designated warship."

[b]Lakfakalle[/b]
Two Abh Commandos rounded the corner in the corridor, talking casually about a planet named "Shuroh". When they saw what appeared to be a teenage girl, they stopped and stared at her with a confused look on their faces.
"What are you doing in here?" One of them said "You can't get your base rations from here, this isn't civilian food storage. This section holds the food that's going out to the colonies. Civilian storage is across the bridge to the other half of the building across the road. Hey... do you have work credits, kid?"