Captain James Benead shook his head, recovering from the sudden surge of warp force his ship had gone through. The battle for the Tesseract had taken a drastic turn during the discovery that the Solar Liberation League was employing Bydo craft, and so this super-dreadnought-class vessel was brought forth to wipe out the enemy. It wasn't long into the battle afterwards that the Tessarect appeared to be activated, swallowing a chuck of the combating ships in an abrupt wave of white. With the disorientation wearing off, the crew of the cruiser seemed to be coming back to reality again.

"Status report," Benead sounded off to the bridge. The available crew got to work on their consoles as fats as their minds could recover.

"No further hull damage beyond former combat. We're encountering heavy tech distortion, weapons operable at 61% efficiency; Bow gun is offline," came the reports from the ship operators. Bringing up a HUD of a digital cross-section, the captain found that the Positron Cannon was indeed undergoing some severe malfunctions.

"Immediate area scans reveal several unidentifiable cruisers... at least two appear to be dreadnought-class," The navigators chimed in. "Bydo craft appear to be largely disabled and unresponsive. Confirmed 4 available R-fighter squads." So they still had fighter capabilities. That was going to be key here, given the Jotunheim's current condition and apparent situation.

"System location?"

"...Unknown. We are not picking up any known Star Systems in range, much less our own." Cossord reported disdainfully. A silent wash of concern swept over the bridge. If they weren't anywhere close to the Solar System, then where exactly were they? The farther they were from home, the harder it would be to get back, especially if they had no means to enter Dimension 26. Plus, there was no telling how much Bydo power the SLL still had: if they controlled the Tesseract, they would be within Earth range in a matter of minutes if uninhibited. With the combined effort of the EAF and the GRA, that may not be too much a problem, but it was still a war, and war meant coming out the far least wounded.

James sent a call down to the dreadnought's hangars. "Commander Oersted, copy. Contact all capable R-series fighters and prepare to bring them aboard."

Markus's face, appearing on a visual screen earlier, twisted a bit in confusion. "With all due respect sir, there are still Bydo fighters out there-"

"We have greater concerns: no available range to the Solar System, and visuals on at least 2 super-dreadnought class vessels," the captain stressed. "We're not going to risk combat until we can confirm what we're up against, especially with the Jotunheim under such interference."

"Yes sir," Oersted saluted, signing off to issue the orders. The four remaining external fighter squadrons - two sets of Arrowheads, a Range-Wave team and a Bomber team - were contacted with the information, and they gladly came aboard under claims their own systems were having issues. In the meantime, the Jotunheim attempted to gain deeper scan knowledge on the other cruisers.

"Captain, I think you'd be interested in this," Lieutenant McKellen called to Benead. "We're getting vague reading of Wave Cannon- no, wait, not quite..." James leaned forward, urging for more information. McKellen monitored his station a bit more before continuing, "No, not an operational Wave Cannon, but still some sort of Wave Motion tech." He motioned to Navigation, who brought up the ship on scanner. "We can get a serial: Earth Defense Fleet Ship Andromeda. Doesn't match classifications of any EAF vessel... What do you think, sir?"

Captain Benead returned to a resting position on his chair. The fact that this ship hailed from Earth spoke volumes, but there was no evidence they came from their Earth. It brought forth the possibility that the Andromeda in fact hailed from some sort of alternate Earth, in some different timeline. Since the discovery of Dimension 26, the idea of time travel and even trans-universal and inter-dimensional travel all became far more likely in science and theorems. The idea of a different timeline in which the Earth developed in a 'different but similar' fashion was not at all beyond the range of reason for individuals in the EAF Space Corps. Regardless, the fact that they both shared similar origins and technology was reason enough to establish a link.

"Hail the Andromeda. Tell them we are from the Earth Allied Forces, that we suspect we have encountered some sort of quantum displacement, and request that we should establish some sort of allegiance given our similarities in origin and ship design," Benead commanded. McKellen complied, relaying the appropriate message to the Andromeda. The captain held fair hopes that cooperation with this other Earth-designed ship would bring profit to both sides.

All around the Hive and the Valorous Intent, space was tearing itself apart in ways no-one aboard the ship could ever have imagined. Every new tear seemed to bring forth another of the odd collection of ships that had only minutes before been embroiled in battle against the Imperial forces. The only consolation was that the Imperials didn’t seem to be managing to follow them as of yet. The situation had rapidly spiralled beyond anything Rhea’s High Guard training could ever have accounted for, and she suspected that even the vaunted Argosy special ops would be taken off guard by this one. Still, training or no, adaptability was the key to survival, and allowing surprise or shock to get the better of you was a path to an early grave. So thats what Rhea would do - Adapt.

“Valerie. Scan every ship that appears within a one light minute radius and report their condition to me as best you can. I want to know as much as possible about them before we start making friends.” That was, after all, what they would have to do. One ship alone in a hostile galaxy would not survive for long, but together, this flotilla of mismatched ships might actually stand a chance of survival… And maybe even discovering how to return from whence they came. “Tell medical and engineering to prepare as many nanobots in as many configurations as they can. They may be our best shot at making a good first impression.” The acknowledgments all flowed in as the crew went about their business following the orders.

Minutes passed as her ship made full use of its powerful sensor arrays to observe and analyse the other ships before a report was made. Valerie’s avatar gave it in her usual fairly cold and analytical manner. “All the ships appear to have sustained damage in the battle. Several of them have multiple hull breaches, nearly all of them have some degree of system damage, though I couldn’t tell you precisely what all their systems are meant to do. Life signs vary wildly, though it seems that the majority are human. Or at least something similar. No signs of active nanotechnology, though at least one of the ships is conducting repairs manually.”

“As to be expected.”

Valerie’s tone took on a little more life then, with the sarcastic ‘isn’t it obvious’ tone Rhea had come to expect from her ship. “As you’ve probably guessed from the lightshow, none of them seem to make any use of Slipstream… and I have no idea what they use instead.” Irritation was evident in the AI’s voice, she was a scout ship and she hated not knowing something. Rhea could practically hear the unspoken ‘I’m analysing it but can't make heads or tails of it.’ The only good thing about that was that the AI would put a monumental effort into the data analysis because of her hurt feelings.

Rhea had acquired the knowledge she needed though. She had something no-one else did, nanotechnology capable of repairing organic and machine structure alike, and with it she could forge an alliance. “Valerie, I want you to broadcast a message to all the ships within one light minute, audio and video. Close in on me until we know how they’ll react to the aliens onboard.” A nod from the AI’s avatar was all she needed to know the channel was live.

“This is the Systems Commonwealth ship Valorous Intent to all vessels. Our sensors show that a number of you have taken damage - we are able to assist with repairs and provide medical aid.” Not much of a first contact message, but she had to start somewhere. Hopefully it would be all they needed. After all, the Commonwealth had proved time and again that providing humanitarian aid was a good way to make friends.

USS Aurora - Bridge
Katie listened intently as a message came in from the Illustrious. “Captain, our sister ship seems to have regained limited warp capability and it seems Commander Lannigan has some interesting news for us regarding their origin, in fact of all the ships present.”

“Don’t wait all day Lieutenant.”

“I believe their Captain Noelle would like to explain it in more details.”

“I’m not going to like it, am I?” He watched as she shook her head. With a sigh he rubbed his face both hands. It seemed that plain old fatigue was getting the better of him. Unlike Kirk, who seemed to be walking machine, able to keep going no matter what – he was somewhat more human, “Sorry, Katie.” He said apologetically. “Starting to feel it, as I am sure most of you are?” He didn’t wait for answers. “Okay, Lieutenant Frank, punch it.”

With a familiar lurch, and a pulling sensation they went into warp, albeit not for very long. Within seconds they slowed coming out just beyond the edge of the system. In front of them were many ships of unknown designs and configurations. He couldn’t help but stare in awe. So many first contacts were possible here that it befuddled the mind.

Katie then spoke again. “We’re getting a message.”

Sundered Echo said “This is the Systems Commonwealth ship Valorous Intent to all vessels. Our sensors show that a number of you have taken damage - we are able to assist with repairs and provide medical aid.”

“Okay I want you to reply.” He closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath, trying to garner up some internal reserves knowing full well that this was about to become an extremely long day. “This is Captain Peter Weston of the USS Aurora. We and I suspect most of you have been attacked by the Imperial ships more-or-less without provocation. When we intercepted some messages it appears they have gone through some form of Civil War vying for control of the Senate. So although we had no choice but to resist, it will now mean we will now all be hunted at least until this situation is resolved. So I would suggest no one goes back into the system. And perhaps we all agree further rendezvous coordinates as I would suspect they’ll track us down within a day or so – if not sooner.”

Rubbing his chin, could feel a day's worth of stubble. He wondered how people managed to grow beards without a terminal case of itchy chin. Maybe he was oversensitive?

"I would like to formally open communications in which to discuss how to resolve our situation, and what we should do from here on in." With that he gestured for the channel to be closed. All they could do now was wait.

EDFS Andromeda

As the Andromeda sat in the void of space, engineers scurrying about inside making sure the air stopped leaking out and the damage was repaired as expediently as possible, radar waves swept out to locate the increasing number of contacts about them. Guns hung at the ready, with fighters prepped to scramble again, and missiles primed in their tubes for firing should another free for all break out here. Yet that didn't seem like it would happen at this point, given that most, if not all, had battle damage from the Imperials attacks. It seemed their priorities were in other places.

While Hijikata waited for Roche to arrive back on the bridge and report as to his experience aboard the Culling of Prospero, Dmitri was barraged again by the radio calls sweeping out, unhindered by interference this time. Given that he had to pick and choose now, he reported on the most relevant requests first, specifically, those aimed at them in particular.

"Admiral," he said, "We're being hailed by an 'Earth Allied Forces Jotunheim. We're also being contacted by a 'Systems Commonwealth Ship Valorous Intent offering medical aid and to assist in repairs, and a USS Aurora offering to open formal communications to discuss the situation. Those last two are broadcasting on multiple frequencies, while the first is directed at us."

Hijikata was intrigued, and took a few seconds to think over the next course of action before responding. He turned to Flynn. What do we have on the Jotunheim?

Flynn worked quickly, bringing it up on the overhead screen for the bridge crew to see. And as the message passed across indicated, it did share some similarities in design to the Andromeda, specifically in the area of it being oriented as a naval type vessel in space. "It's 1240 meters long, we're picking up hangar bays, and if these readings are correct, it's even using some form of Wave Motion technology sir."

That certainly piqued interest and made this easier. It seemed they were stuck here in this place for the moment, so some alliances, however temporary, would be useful. Add to that the ship they were talking with had Wave Motion technology such as their own, and it made this much easier. "Open up a channel to the Jotunheim," he directed. "Meanwhile, tell the Valorous Intent that we will take what aid they can provide."

Dmitri nodded and pressed a few buttons before turning to his comm to relay their acceptance across to the Valorous Intent. meanwhile, on the large overhead video screen, the video channel was opened to the Jotunheim, giving everyone on the bridge the sight of what their cameras would alloow them to see of the other vessel, and in return they would be able to see the Captain's chair with Hijikata there.

"Earth Allied Forces Ship Jotunheim this is Vice Admiral Ryu Hijikata, Captain of the Earth Defense Forces Ship Andromeda. We had come to the same conclusion as you regarding temporal or spatial transportation of some kind, and would not be opposed to a partnership for the duration of our time in Imperial Space."

BSG-14: Battlestar Columbia

The entire ship shook, something that shouldn't happen during an FTL jump. The DRADIS console pinged as new contacts appear. "Multiple contacts around our position... no transponders." Lorne turned. "What was that?""No colonial, or cylon transponders." *Action stations." The lights in the ship changed and alarms blared throughout the ship he could hear Lieutenant Anders on the speaker throughout the ship Action Stations, Action stations. Set condition one throughout the ship, this is not a drill. Action Stations, Action stations. Set condition throughout the ship. This is not a drill." He turned to Phillips. "XO.""Yes sir.""Have navigation try to get a beat on our current location, launch a cap of Blue squadron have them hold a defensive screen around us.""Yes sir." He turned to tactical. "Do we have an identity on any of those ships yet?""No sir. Gun crews report unknown configurations, we're working on translating the names they appear to be broadcasting."



"Communications.""Sir?!""Squawk ident and challenge on all known communication frequencies. Lets see who else is out there."

This was a hell of a day.

[i]"Attention unidentified vessels, this is the Battlestar Columbia. Identify yourselves immediately or we will be forced to take aggressive measures. Repeat, this is the Battlestar Columbia, Identify yourselves immediately or we will be forced to take aggressive measures."[/b]

Harbringer

Quicksilver waved away the braodcast that wasn't even a language. He had no time for it. The two new vessels interested him more. He had already refused the assistance of the Intent. It would do them no good to have humanoid species roaming the ship and perhaps seeing a feeding pod. Not that the Hive would accept repairs from anyone who was not crew anyway and it was too risky to use it as a way to get even more information. Maybe in the future. That was when the challenge came through from the newest ship to arrive in orbit off the planet. He did not recall seeing it at Coruscant but it was obviously not an Imperial design. He opened a channel, merely static came through. Whoever was aboard the ship appeared to be hiding their appearance.

"We Wraith will not submit to your demands. Our ship names are known to Wraith only."

"Acknowledgement from the Andromeda," McKellen reported, moving to open up their channel with them. The main viewport filled with the digital video feed of the Andromeda's bridge. An aged man in a uniform of obvious naval design spoke up as Vice-Admiral Ryu Hijikata, and confirmed their desire for a partnership. The younger James Benead seemed to register a brief smile at the sight of the Admiral; the fashion was decidedly retro, more fitting for fancy dress back in the Space Corps, but it gave that image of a firm, wise commander. James wouldn't admit it, but he wished he could have the chance to be in that kind of uniform more often, rather than his plain, yet embellished jumpsuit.

"Well met, Admiral. I am Captain James Benead of the UBFS Jotunheim," came Benead's response to Hijikata. "We are glad to hear you accept. I feel our cooperation will not be difficult, in regard to our similarities." There was a bit of a pause as he glanced about his bridge crew, all looking in expectation.

"If you are not opposed to a tour, I'm sure we could each both benefit from seeing how the other incorporates their use of Wave Motion technology, as well as exchange any information we know about this location." That got a couple of mixed reactions from his crew, but James did not waver his vision towards the Admiral. Captain Benead was convinced that the Andromeda would not mean any harm, as long as they understood all the technologies and ideals they had in common.

"Captain," McKellen piped up again, attracting Benead's attention. "We're getting a broadcast from a new ship. Playing:"

"Attention unidentified vessels, this is the Battlestar Columbia. Identify yourselves immediately or we will be forced to take aggressive measures. Repeat, this is the Battlestar Columbia, Identify yourselves immediately or we will be forced to take aggressive measures."

The message echoed throughout both bridges, the two captains listening intently. As soon as the playback ended, Benead spoke again, "Reply with our identification. Nothing more. Check in with Newark again regarding our weapons condition." McKellen nodded and got to work. Turning back to the viewport, Benead continued talking to Hijikata when the Admiral was done with his own orders, "I still stand by my offer, Admiral. I'm certain we can be good allies."

"Multiple incoming signals Captain."

Rhea expected that, she had just made a general broadcast after all. She hoped they didn't all want help, the Intent was a small ship and wouldn't be able to provide assistance to more than one other ship at once. “Alright, lets see the first one.”

RogerD said “This is Captain Peter Weston of the USS Aurora. We and I suspect most of you have been attacked by the Imperial ships more-or-less without provocation. When we intercepted some messages it appears they have gone through some form of Civil War vying for control of the Senate. So although we had no choice but to resist, it will now mean we will now all be hunted at least until this situation is resolved. So I would suggest no one goes back into the system. And perhaps we all agree further rendezvous coordinates as I would suspect they’ll track us down within a day or so – if not sooner.
I would like to formally open communications in which to discuss how to resolve our situation, and what we should do from here on in."

Rhea’s first impression was that the man's uniform was rather gaudy. Of course she quickly got past that minor detail, becoming rather impressed with the delivery. “Now thats a first contact message” She muttered to herself with a hint of both admiration and ridicule. She would leave replying for after though, as the other messages might be more pressing. She signaled for the next one to be played.

An audio message from a ship with the name Andromeda. That stirred up memories… One of the early casualties of the war with the Nietzscheans had been an XMC class ship by the name of the Andromeda Ascendant. One of the heroic High Guard officers lost with it had been the Nietzschean first officer, one Gaheris Rhade. A man Rhea had quite admired. She quickly shook off the memory though, that was in the past. The Andromeda was accepting her offer of assistance. That was good. “Valerie, handle the docking, then assist the repair team in person.” She said before signaling for the next message to be played, another audio only one.

Sep said "Attention unidentified vessels, this is the Battlestar Columbia. Identify yourselves immediately or we will be forced to take aggressive measures. Repeat, this is the Battlestar Columbia, Identify yourselves immediately or we will be forced to take aggressive measures."

The communication was suffering from considerable distortion consistent with very primitive radios, and Rhea was baffled at how a culture could construct a megalithic ship yet still have such primitive technology. Still, in the interests of keeping this from turning into another battle before she could gain sufficient leverage with her new allies, she would reply. “This is the Systems Commonwealth starship Valorous Intent to the Battlestar Columbia. We are engaging in humanitarian activities-” Not quite true, as they were repairing an allied warship, but since they were also providing medical aid, it wasn’t quite a lie either. “-and do not wish to fight. However, we will not hesitate to return fire if attacked.” As soon as the communication was cut, she found herself willing the engineers to go faster. Combat with a ship that size would be unpleasant, even if the enemy was technologically hampered, and Slipstream would be their best option. Time to make another ally. “Hail the USS Aurora.”

“Captain Weston, a pleasure to meet you, I am Captain Rhea Shohashi. I agree with your assessment of the situation - It seems this Empire has declared war on us all simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, though, how we arrived at that place is a matter for further discussion. I propose that in the immediate future we gather as many of these ships as are willing to cooperate and make a hasty escape. As the old earth saying goes, ‘Safety in numbers.’”

"Receiving identification codes.One System Commonwealth, one will not identify calling themselves Wraith and the third to identify itself as... Earth Alliance Fleet..." There was pause around the room as everyone looked at the commander. "Recheck." The Petty Officer at the communication station began typing again on the console on front of him. "Confirmed. That is what they're sending to us." Phillips looked at him. "It's a cylon trick, it has to be.""We've never seen a ship of that size belonging to cylon forces, or that configuration. So far they haven't strayed from the design they stole when the war broke out." He rubbed the stubble on his chin, preparing for the upcoming battle had him working almost around the clock and he hadn't had time to shave yet. "Comms.""Sir?""Route the channel from the Earth Alliance ship through my console. Offer our assistance from the commonwealth ship on the condition we can send a small team to ascertain it is not a cylon trick first.""Yes sir."

He picked up his speaker and nodded at Phillips. "Launch Red and Blue squadron, have them set up a Cap around the Columbia, stand down to condition two.""All hands, this is the XO. Stand down to condition two, repeat stand down to condition two." He waited and looked at the comm officer, who nodded when it was through. "Channels open sir.""This is Commander Alexander Lorne of the Battlestar Columbia. We hail from the other Twelve Colonies of Kobol and are currently meant to be engaged against Cylon Forces. We respectfully ask for your assistance in ascertaining our location and if possible your assistance to help the twelve colonies against our enemy." He wrote down a note and slid it across to the XO, needing astrometics to try and find out where they were and where the twelve colonies were. They needed to get back, there was no way the Galactica and Atlantia could manage against the Cylon forces even with escorts without the Columbia as well. This very battle could turn the tide of the war.

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On Coruscant

Origin was spreading like a plague. Never in the Oris wildest dream could they never find somewhere so filled with hate, corruption and disarray that people were more than willing to take on the way of origin, assisted by the fact that the once senators were now priors and spreading the message ahead of everyone else, showing the power that only once the Sith or the Jedi once held. Allowing people to become more powerful than they ever imagined. The fact that it was senators pushing the message forward gave it extra merit, these were people that had never been seen to have such power. If it was the Jedi they would simply be ignored. In fact the Jedi assisted the Oris power grab, many always felt sour at them hording such power and not allowing others to have it.

Soon, soon they would have converted or killed everyone on the planet and they could go out on the Galaxy and take it all for themselves.

If the Andromeda crew were looking out of one of their viewports, they would see space convulse, rip and tear as the demonic realm was opened with the Imperium vessel exitting. Space then repaired itself and the Culling of Prospero stood proud in all of her glory. Morray watched the new ships that was alongside the Andromeda. "Vox them, ask if they require assistance?" he said. "And ask Andromeda if they wish for our intervention in this... Keep the weapons warm, if those false Imperials have followed, I do not want them getting the drop on us." he ordered. It was just an excuse, though, he didn't know those ships... And if it wasn't for the Terran writing on the side of the larger one, he would have sworn that it was a Tau vessel.

-Medical Bay-

The medical work seemed to have been all done, and the Andromeda's medics would probably be flabbergasted at the Imperiums total lack of science used in their medical work. The one that was currently with Father Beneiil would see as he sprinkled herbs over a gaping wound and then shook his Crozius over it, the bones on it rattling as he prayed a little, he then dipped his finger in a slimy, sticky, purple substance before rubbing it into the wound. "You see, I do believe that the Allfather wouldn't put us on a planet if we couldn't live on it, as such, all of my medicine comes from the Mother." he said, then laughed a little. "An Ultramarine Apothicary looked into this and told me "The enzymes in this are antiseptic, which is why it works so well, both killing the germs and creating a sealant across the wound." but I know the truth, the Emperor gave it to us so that we could cure ourselves, rather than just relying on him for everything. You see, the Allfather doesn't simply coddle us." He then remembered that these people had never heard of the Emperor. He smiled his charismatic smile. "There is an old joke from my tribe about this.

"A Hunter is trapped in the middle of a lake, floating on a sheet of ice. He sits and he prays to the Emperor "Please Allfather, deliver me from the certain death of this icy lake."
After an Hour, a man in a boat rows past and says "Jump in my boat or you will surely drown." but the warrior replies "No, the Allfahter will save me." And so the boat rows by.
Another Hour passes and a man riding astride a great eagle flies around him. "Get on my bird or you will drown." but again the warrior says "No, the Allfahter will save me." and so the bird flies away.
As the sheet of ice melts closer and closer to his feet, a Sky warrior astride his flying wolf appears and says "Climb on my wolf or you will die." but again the warrior replies "No, the Allfahter will save me." and so the Sky Warrior leaves.
Then, the ice melts and the man drowns. His spirit ascended and he met the Allfather in Valhalla and asks "Great one, why did you let me die." the Allfather looks at him and replies "Let you die? I sent a boat, an eagle and a Sky Warrior. Your faith is no excuse for your stupidity." he then laughed a great, roaring belly laugh. "Bjorn the Fellhanded supposedly laughed so hard at that one that his pelt fell off." He looked his giant patient in the eyes. "Better?" the Space Marine nodded in response.

-Hangar of Andromeda-

The Crew of The Lady Rose walked around a little as they had been left a little disorientated from the Warp Travel. Grumm threw his helmet off before throwing up all over the floor of the hangar, a large pool about 2 meters across with a stench worse than anything imaginable. The rest of the crew put their helmets back on. "BY THE EMPEROR!!!" yelled one of the gunners. "OGRYN HORK!!! WHAT IN THE NAME OF- I CAN STILL SMELL IT THROUGH THE MASK!!!" He yelled as he ran towards the Valkyrie, gagging on the stench.

"Shut your piehole!" yelled the pilot. She waved to one of the deckhands. "HI!!!" she yelled "OUR OGRYN THREW UP, YOU MAY WANT TO DEPREASSURIZE THE BAY BEFORE YOU CLEAN IT UP!!!" She yelled. One of the Cosmo-Tiger pilots came over to see what the commotion was before running away gagging. "And they say Kriegs a toxic hellhole." she laughed, slapping the Ogryns back. She reached into the cockpit and took out a bottle of Rosewater. It had a very strong, flowery smell, for use when on long missions as, when the cockpit gets sweaty, the smell can become unbearable. She walked over to him. "Open!" she ordered, Grumm did as he was told and opened his mouth she turned her nose away before splashing a slug of it in his mouth. "Rinse and spit!" she ordered, he followed, before spitting the rosewater into the puddle of bile. "Better?" she asked he nodded. in response. A button then began beeping indicating that the Culling of Prospero was sending out their return order. "Well... Let's get going before they ask us to clean it up." she said, climbing into the cockpit. She then put on the headset "This is Lady Rose to Andromeda flight control, requesting permission to return to our ship." she asked. as the doors closed on the side with the gunners inside.

EDFS Andromeda

Bridge

The arrival of the Battlestar was noted, as well as the Culling of Prospero, though they couldn't particularly see either arrival from the bridge, But it was noted on radar, and that allowed Flynn to pass the message off to the Admiral. "Sir, we're picking up two new ships. One is the Culling of Prospero, the other is an unknown class. But they're big sir, about 1400 meters long."

That was..impressive, to say the least. It as bigger than anything in the EDF Fleet, by a long shot. And then Dmitri added to it. "They're hailing us, claiming to be something called a 'Battle'star. They want us to identify ourselves. Shall I send back to the standard response? Oh, and the Culling of Prospero wants to know if we need assistance with our nearby guests."

Hijikata shot off brisk commands. "Send them our identity, and tell the Culling of Prospero that we can handle it."

Dmitri nodded and turned to the radio. Firs toff a message to the new arrival. "Battlestar Columbia this is the Earth Defense Forces Ship Andromeda. We have no desire for conflict, but will defend ourselves if attacked." Then, the Culling of Prospero. "We copy Culling of Prospero, however we have this situation under control and do not require intervention at this time."

Cabrera chimed in as Dmitri worked. "Sir, the Lady Rose is requesting leave to depart."

Hijikata gave that a dismissive wave. "Granted. Commander Roche can stay down there for the moment." Cabrera nodded and relayed that to the hangar bay, unaware of what exactly had transpired down there. Fortunately for him, anyway.

Meanwhile, Hijikata turned back to the video communication with the Jotunheim. "My apologies about the interruption. Things are a bit busy. As for your request, I believe we can accommodate a tour of the Andromeda. Given the unlikelihood that both of our vessels would use Wave Motion technology, a comparison would certainly be welcome." if anyone disagreed, they did not voice it. Certainly not when communications were open. He was the Admiral, and his word was law.

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Hangar Bay

The ship exited Warp and Roche woke up, the experience still being similar to what he knew. Except it was apparently a bit much for the crew he had come with ,as one of the Ogryn was hit hard with a case of Warp Sickness. That caused all kinds of commotion, from the mess and the stench, as people shouted and cleared the area, and EVA gear was put back on, including Roche's. It was worse than...well, there wasn't really anything comparable to it. But it did spur them into quick motion, which was good.

A request was quick sent off to the bridge and received, and amber lights flashed as everyone either suited up or left for a pressurized area, and the hangar door opened to allow the Lady Rose to exit, as well as having the side effect of depressurizing the bay so the smell was no longer an issue. They quickly set to work then once the Gunship departed for it's mothership, cleaning up the mess as best they could before they had to use the Bay again, hoping to neutralize the smell now before they had to open it up again when the next ship arrived. Sometimes being a deck hand sucked.

"My apologies about the interruption," Hijikata had spoken up again. "Things are a bit busy. As for your request, I believe we can accommodate a tour of the Andromeda. Given the unlikelihood that both of our vessels would use Wave Motion technology, a comparison would certainly be welcome."

Benead nodded, pulling up info on the hangar conditions to the side. "Very well. Given our conditions, shuttle use will probably be the best way to go about this. It would be best that each of us remained aboard our respective ships, of course," James motioned to the Admiral and himself. He paused for a moment, sending a call for Atterberg to report to the hangar. "I'll prepare a shuttle with one of my lieutenants, as I assume you may. We'll keep in touch if something goes wrong." Benead allowed the Admiral to respond, simply nodding in agreement before Communications spoke up again:

"Captain, we're being hailed by the ships that threatened hostilities. It would seem we stand out to them."

The captain narrowed his eyes in concern. The implications seemed rather poor, and that fact that they responded specifically to them... "I'm afraid I'll have to cut this short. I insist we keep this on standby until we can ascertain we are not at risk right now," Benead reported to Hijikata, then allowed Communications to cut the connection to open the channel with the other ship.

"This is Commander Alexander Lorne of the Battlestar Columbia," The opposing figure immediately opened the topic. "We hail from the other Twelve Colonies of Kobol and are currently meant to be engaged against Cylon Forces. We respectfully ask for your assistance in ascertaining our location and if possible your assistance to help the twelve colonies against our enemy."

James Benead leaned back again. This was starting to get very uncanny: so many other ships were jumping to this specific location, all of different design and likely different origins. If his own ideas regarding this being some sort of temporal displacement were correct, then it was entirely possible that all of these ships were from different universal timelines, yet still all held some sort of ties to Earth. Benead cut his pondering short to respond.

"I am Captain James Benead of the UFBS Jotunheim," he began, slowly and carefully, "And I must apologize, Commander Lorne, for there is a misunderstanding here. We are not aware of any 'Colonies of Kobol', nor do we know of any 'Cylon' species. If you would allow me to explain my reasoning, I have already reached the conclusion that most of the ships present in this space, including yours, Commander, has each been seized by some sort of temporal displacement."

A light pause to straighten up, and speak more firmly. "Simply put, each of our ships has been torn from our respective spaces and timelines, and brought here. I cannot say for sure where 'here' is, as we cannot determine any likenesses to our own home galaxy; as such, we could certainly be welcome to help determine where, and perhaps even when this place is." Benead allowed for the other ship to express response, and continued, "However, we personally have our own, separate war to fight, and so I can give no guarantee we can spare any aid in your fight against the Cylon."

NTRS Exodus, several minutes ago:

"HAAHAAAHAA! Take zat, you foolihz marzhmallowz! How unrobuzt can you be!" The station's chemist said via radio. He cackled for a few more seconds, pleased with the results of his grenade. Then he got back to work on making another one. Of course, he already had one spare, just in case things went balls-up on the station. Or rather, he'd used his spare hellmix grenade to thwart the invaders, and now was busy mixing another one for his personal use. Only once he was re-armed (you never knew when, say, the geneticist would go hulk on you) would chemist get to work on another for the invaders.

"Attention. Fascist forces on course with Arrivals," Commie-Bot 9000 announced, also over the station radio.

At the escape-wing airlock that the imperials had just docked, the scene was rather messy. Four red-shirted, black-helmeted sec officers were now rushing off the scene towards Arrivals. The janitor, or rather, an assistant that had broken into the custodial closet and stolen all the janitorial gear in lieu of actually getting his job changed (which was, of course, impossible without either the Head of Personnell [currently MIA] or the Captain [currently drunk] giving permission) was rushing in the opposite direction. Another sec officer was right behind the janitor. The other three officers were back in the armory, donning riot gear and grabbing energy guns. These three were the only truly competent ones, of course. Chris Intrench, the mechanic, was also rushing toward the failed invasion scene, hoping to steal an imperial weapon to research, reverse-engineer, and "improve".

Clear on the other side of the station, an imperial shuttle docked at Arrivals. Eight fully-armed ARC troopers exited the shuttle. The mime, briefly glimpsing the the eight through the airlock, went rushing off toward the bridge. The mime stopped at the sight of a security borg. He put his hands together and imitated a shuttle flying through space. Then he stood upright and fired an imaginary gun. He then pointed frantically back at Arrivals. The security borg, having finally found the Mime (one of the station's most wanted persons, aside from, of course, the Clown), promptly stun-batoned the Mime, cuffed him, and began dragging him toward Security.

There was, in all, very little hope of repelling the eight ARC troopers. A single assistant bravely tried to bash an ARC trooper's head in with a toolbox. It ended poorly for the assistant, who, it turned out, was rather unrobust.

~o~0~o~

Captain Chris Donut eyed the latest fizzing Pan-Galactic Gargleblaster warily, like it might escape at any moment. The successive layers of alcohol in the drink swirled back and forth, like something rather horrible that was supposed to be happening somewhere important.

"Attention, you capitalist pigs. Fascists have boarded the station. They are approaching Security. I have electrified the Security doors," Commie-Bot 9000 announced.
"Wha--aatt w-aa-ss thaaaaat?" Chris slurred. "Issh nooo-ttt unn-mmmportant."

Captain Chris Donut eyed the latest fizzing Pan-Galactic Gargleblaster warily. Something dire was bothering him.

The station emitted three high-pitched dings.
"PRIORITY ANNOUNCEMENT. This is the HoS, Vladimir Rein. All security forces, please repel invaders at Security."
A small wave of assistants collided outside the bar, some rushing toward Security, eager to either raid the armory or join the fight. Others were rushing away from certain death.

The Captain stood up and rifled through his backpack for a small gray device - the handheld station teleporter. He pressed some buttons, and appeared in the bridge.

"TRAITORS IN ARRIVALS! THEY'VE GOT ENERGY G-Argh!"

Chris stared at the bridge consoles. Why was he here? There was something important.

"Clear Arrivals! I'm teleporting a bomb there!" the telescientist said. A few seconds later, a bomb exploded harmlessly in space near arrivals.
[i]"Did I get them?"
"No, you fuck! It exploded in space! Learn to use the teleporter!"

Ah, yes. The station was imploding. Time to do the thing he was here for. The Captain pressed a button at the Communications console.
[Call Emergency Shuttle?]
>[Yes]
[State Reason.]
>[Station's Fucked, Time to Go Home]
[...]
[Server Out of Range.]

That was weird. These things were supposed to be able to reach Central Command from anywhere.

"Officer down! Officer down! AI, send all security borgs to assist in Security!"
"Security borgs re-routed from Arrivals. I hope this teaches you filthy Capitalists a lesson in careful phrasing."

Oh, well. Maybe he could nuke the station. Of course! Chris went into his quarters, opened his personal locker by swiping his ID, and grabbed his emergency Atomic Bomb. He took a sip. Damn, he was smart for hiding such a complex drink here.

"Okay, I'm gonna try again," the telescientist said.

The captain stared uncomprehendingly at the small switch behind his Atomic Bomb-stashing-place. What'd that do, again? Was that his emergency teleport switch? He flipped it. A console popped up from the floor behind him. He logged in.

"It's recharging," the telescientist said.

The console menu said "Bluespace Drive". Weird name for a teleport.
[Select Coordinates]
>[Last Known Bluespace Drive Event]
[Activate Bluespace Drive?]
>[Yes]

The entire station disappeared in a bright flash, leaving behind a series of electric sparks. Seconds later, it reappeared outside the system, very near the battlestar Columbia. The system had determined that the Columbia's FTL drive was the nearest thing to a Bluespace Drive event. As it appeared, telescience managed to detonate their bomb near Arrivals. A sizeable chunk of the hallway outside of the Bridge and Security was destroyed, now venting into space. Five ARC troopers went tumbling into the void with it.

EDFS Andromeda[b]

[b]Bridge

Hijikata listened to Benead's suggestion with a knowing nod. Given that docking wasn't really an option, shuttle was preferable. "Of course. I look forward to our future cooperation, and we'll make sure to keep an ear out for you come what may." The channel was cut then, as Benead apparently went to deal with the Battlestar they had been hailed by, and it allowed Hijikata to give a rueful smile as he sank back into his chair a bit. "Well, this wasn't what I expect when I signed up for the Earth Defense Forces. Makes me almost feel like a cadet again," he commented, earning grins and chuckles from the rest of the bridge crew as they got back to work

---

Collab with Sundered Echo

The Valorous Intent Artificial Intelligence, known by her crew more commonly as Valerie, was at any given time in control of well over a dozen separate constructs. Most were mere service androids, some were drones, both sensor and attack. One was the physical embodiment of the image she displayed for her crew, an android that was designed to appear human in every way, known as a Ships Avatar. The most important, though, was the ship itself. It was her body, its sensors her eyes, its drives her heart and its weapons her fists. There was never any difficulty controlling it all, after all, her mind was so large as to be spread across three decks of the ship.

Her Avatar was already moving towards the starboard airlock, and she had notified the medical team and the only engineer they could spare from their own repairs, to meet her there. She had achieved close formation with the Andromeda already, and reached out with the communications systems, her voice, to request docking instructions. It was somewhat surreal for her to be speaking to a ship with that name and not hear it respond directly. She had fond memories of her few interactions with the AI that had once used that name, though the Andromeda Ascendant had preferred to go by Rommie. Those emotions had been quickly partitioned to her Avatar however. Strong emotion consumed too much processing power for her liking when dwelled on.

On the bridge of the Andromeda, the crew watched as the Valorous Intent moved into close formation. It was an interesting ship to view, with large loops that served some unknown purpose if they didn’t miss their guess, forming the ship into almost like the head of a trident, not like the typical pike design of the Earth Defense Forces. But then again, the EDF was modeled around a more traditional naval set up for it’s ships, so it was to be expected that this might not hold over between cultures.

Hijikata gave the ship, and it’s expected inhabitants, a calculating look as Dmitri worked comms. “Sir, they are requesting docking instructions,” he called over.

Now that was a bit of an issue, since the Andromeda didn’t have airlocks as part of it’s design. Sure, there were boarding craft, such as those used by the Gamillons in the war, but those generally worked by forming a hermetic seal on the hull of the ship, not connecting to airlocks. As well, construction had taken place on Earth itself, not in any orbital structures, since those had been destroyed during the war, so all embarkation had taken place in atmosphere, not in space.

Fortunately, something like this had been anticipated, and with a nod from Hijikata, Dmitri passed along the message. “Valorous Intent, this is the Andromeda. We copy your request, however our ship does not possess airlocks for in transit docking. If possible, you can make use of our stern hangar bay for the transportation of crew over to our vessel.” They would just have to wait and see how the message was received.

This was an awkward turn of events. Unlike its larger cousins in the High Guard fleet, the Eternal Vigilance class did not posses any small craft beyond its unmanned drone compliment. There was neither space nor a need for such when the ship was capable of entering an atmosphere to safely disembark its crew. They at least possessed the dorsal and ventral drone hangars, though those were not really designed to accommodate anything other than drones. They would do for now though. With a thought she directed the crew to meet at the dorsal drone hangar, while simultaneously contacting the Andromeda. “We do not have any small craft to make the trip, however after sustaining losses of our drones in the previous battle the dorsal hangar should have enough space to land one of your transports.”

The message sent by the Valorous Intent was quickly received on the bridge, and Dmitri turned to look at the Admiral. “Looks like they need a ride. Apparently they don’t have any small craft and want us to give them a lift.”

It was a request that earned a few joking remarks, that quickly subsided as hijikata nodded and looked over to Cabrera. “Send over a Seagull to pick our guests up.”

“Yes sir,” Cabrera replied, radioing the order down to the hangar bay.

The deck crews scrambled, a white and yellow transport ship maneuvering into launch position before being given the go ahead. Engines flared as it roared out of the hangar bay and made a sharp turn to the right, heading towards the indicated location. The pilot was quickly able to figure out the location of the indicated hangar bay and flew the ship in for a landing there in front of the gathered party.

Settling down, with the engines on standby, a side door opened to present two security officers in green combat uniforms and wielding pulsar rifles, while the pilot stayed in his seat to wait for them to all get aboard the vessel. “Gentlemen, ladies,” said the one on the left. “Step inside and take a seat please. It shouldn’t be a very long trip.”

Valerie, the android Avatar of the ship, was left to her own control then, the primary intelligence withdrawing from direct control. In effect, it left her with the same personality, but far less processing power. She was standing at the front of the group, where her metal body, hidden behind the human appearance, could stop any fire from their guests, though she did not expect them to attack. As her, the medical team and the lone engineer carrying the crate of nanobot containment units boarded, they kept their hands near their holstered Force Lances. With a larger crew High Guard Lancers would have accompanied them, but the Intent lacked the crew complement to have any Lancers onboard. The crew all took a seat each as instructed, but Valerie remained standing. Between her built in gravity harness and mechanical body, it would take an exceedingly bumpy ride to knock her off her feet, and she was determined to fight the embarrassment of having to ask the people they were aiding for transport in any way she could, however small. “Thank you.” She said neutrally. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Looking back, the pilot noted that Valerie was still standing, and did feel it fair enough to warn her. “You may want to sit down ma’am,” he said to her as the two security personnel got on board as well, the equipment being brought over secured and the door sealed shut. One moved into the co pilot seat while the other took up a position near the rear.

He shrugged at her assertion that she would be fine, and fired up the engines, gauges and screens flickering up as power output rose, the ship oriented around, and departed the drone hangar. As he had said, it was indeed a quick trip back to the hangar of the Andromeda. The ramp was lowered and the Seagull was able to fly in, the ramp closing behind it as it pulled in for a landing.

“Thank you for flying EDF airlines,” the pilot said with a grin as he shut everything down in sequence. “Have a nice day, make sure to tip your waitress, and watch the step.” The side door was opened as the two guards stepped out to allow the rest of the crew to exit. The hangar bay bustled as ships were refueled, prepared for combat, and janitors worked on what seemed like a spill of some kind, though no one commented on it.

Fortunately, Roche had been informed of the arrival, and had left the Imperium crewmembers aboard to go tend to the new arrivals. He stood before them in a light blue overcoat, more sky blue as opposed to the navy blue of the Admiral’s uniform, flanked by guards with pulsar rifles as well. “On behalf of Admiral Hijikata and the Earth Defense Forces, I welcome you aboard the EDFS Andromeda,” he said, figuring that navy tradition could be ignored in this circumstance. “I’m Commander Roche, executive officer. The Admiral is currently dealing with affairs on the bridge, and couldn’t be here. He apologizes.”

“It is an honor to be aboard.” Valerie said once they had disembarked. “And I understand. My own Captain also elected to remain on her bridge. I am the Valorous Intent Artificial Intelligence, the crew call me Valerie.” She had to consciously override her usual tendency for deception with non-crewmembers as she spoke. As a scout ship with stealth capabilities, she not only enjoyed knowing everything about a situation but also usually tried to make sure everyone else knew nothing about her. Some argued that it was a flaw to allow the basis of AI personality to be defined by their ‘bodies’ purpose, but in Valerie’s opinion those people were misinformed.

“These are the medical personnel. We would have sent more engineers but we cannot spare them right now.” She said gesturing back at the men and women behind her. “With introductions out of the way, we should waste no time in returning your ship to full battle capacity. I have a feeling we won’t have much time. We should discuss the nature of the aid we can provide first however, you may not agree with the technology we have available.” Captains liked to give tours of their ships, which was nice, but Valerie could easily tour the whole ship from one computer terminal… Not that she would tell them that so soon though.

Roche looked on in curious surprise as the leader of the Valorous Intent’s delegation announced herself relatively up front to be an AI, and he had to do a double take to try and confirm this. Sadly, that didn’t work out too well given the makeup of Valerie’s shell. Still, it wasn’t as much a shock as it might have been. The EDF had been experimenting with AI for years, even seeing some success on the Yamato. The only real surprise was the body that seemed indistinguishable from that of a human.

He nodded in response. “It’s alright. For the most part we will be needing assistance with hull repairs. Our main engine was fortunately not damaged heavily in the Imperial attack. As well, we could use some assistance in a matter that arose from our transition here, if possible.”

“That is good. The aid we have to offer is in the form of nano machines, both medical and engineering. They are already programmed for human bodies, so as long as your crew is not genetically modified my medical team can get to work right away. I will need to program the engineering nanobots with your ships specifications before they will be of any use, but once they are programmed they will persist and automatically repair any hull damage you suffer. If that is acceptable to you.” Valerie was light on the salesman talk - it wasn’t exactly her purpose after all. She simply wanted to get it done as quickly as possible.

Roche found himself being impressed yet again. Nanomachines were another of those things the EDF had been working on, but that had been sidetracked by the Gamillar War and developing weapons to fight them. For some reason the creation of weapons to prevent the destruction of Earth was more important than idle scientific research.

“No, no genetic modification as far as I am aware. I can check with the Chief Medical Officer just to be sure though,” Roche replied. “And that seems acceptable. I take it you will need access to a computer terminal then, or can it be done manually?” After what had happened with the AI on the Icarus, he was understandably a bit wary about handing out access to the network aboard the ship.

A knowing smile crept onto Valerie’s face. She had tracked the AI from before when it had attacked her, and seen that it had done the same to the entire fleet of mismatched ships. “Oh don’t worry. I am not going to rifle through all your files like the Icarus’ AI… He was quite rude. Didn’t even say hello. A computer terminal would be easiest of course, but I could just as easily download the necessary schematics from most portable data storage. I can do the programming myself. As well as schematics for the shape and composition of the hull, I’ll need to tell the nanites where they can get raw material from for the repairs. I assume you have a store somewhere for such things?”

Roche had to work to keep the chagrin away from being visible as Valerie addressed the unspoken point of concern. It was a bit unnerving to consider that the two AI’s could have conversed, but he supposed it wasn't entirely unexpected, just going off technical capability. Shifting away from that, he turned to her questions. “Yes, we have a supply of raw material laid in for the construction equipment aboard as well as repairs, and we’re fortunate that our supply is full at this point.”

He didn’t answer that first part, instead moving forward and gesturing for her to follow. It was a short walk over to a computer console for the hangar bay that was connected to the network, though there was no seat. Roche moved off to the side to let the AI go to work, though the security personnel watched with an attentive gaze for signs of shady activity

“Medical team, go with their men to where you are needed.” Valerie said before walking up to the console. It was fairly primitive, but it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t as though she needed to actually type anything out. She placed her hand on the screen, linking in to the ships systems. The only outside sign of what she was doing was that her eyes would be blinking rapidly. Within the network though, she quickly accessed the required information and downloaded it, beginning the programming right away. Faced with so much information though, she couldn’t resist taking a slightly larger peak. She browsed the ships historical files, learning as much as she could of the Andromeda and its battles, a considerable amount considering how much faster the information world moved than the real world. She was careful to delete any record of her activities beyond what she was supposed to do though. Humans had a nasty tendency to misinterpret curiosity for espionage.

Once she had judged the time to be such that staying longer would look conspicuous, merely a few seconds in the physical world, she took her hand from the console, and stored away what she had discovered for processing once she reconnected with her core intelligence. “I have what I need, thank you.” She said, taking the crate of Nanite storage units from the lone engineer she had brought with them. “It’ll take a few moments to complete the necessary programming.”

Roche and the security personnel watched on as Valerie placed her hand on the computer screen, taken aback that that was a way that she could access the data within, if the rapid blinking wasn’t a bit disturbing in turn. Still, if something was up, they weren’t aware of it, and no objection was given once she removed her hand and announced that she was finished.

Roche was perfectly fine with waiting, considering the benefits it would give. “Alright,’ he replied, casually observing what went on with the nanobots that the Valorous intent had brought over. He was sure the engineers would love to get a look, but they were busy for the moment so he would have to do in their stead.

When Valerie had completed the programming, she placed her hand on the small panel on the side of the crate. It took barely a second to transfer the code to the nanites. Then she tapped a button on the crate that caused the top to fold open, revealing a number of sealed cylinders within. “You might want to warn the crew that your ships hull is about to start repairing itself.” With that, she tapped a few more keys and the cylinders opened up. The air above them shimmered in what one might mistake for an intense heat haze as the uncountable tiny machines rose out and started spreading into the air.

“There, all done. For the moment, the nanobots will just repair the hull of the ship, prioritising sealing breaches and keeping primary bulkheads intact. They’ll continue to operate at all times, and will begin repairs the moment a shot impacts, though don’t expect them to save you from significant fire. I have directed them to avoid your ships systems for now, until I can get a better understanding of how your ship works, its safer to let your people repair anything complex. If you run out of material for repairs, you can bring small asteroids onboard and the nanobots will take what they can and restock your supplies. For the moment, there is a limited number of nanobots onboard, but if you like how they work, we can see about altering your foundry to construct replacements… That is likely a topic for another day though.”

Roche nodded as he watched the crate open up to reveal a number of sealed cylinders, which opened with a few taps to dispense the nanites inside, distorting the air like a heat haze, with wavy lines, before spreading out.

He walked over to another console on which sat a radio, and activated the internal comm. The message was passed up to the bridge, and quickly distributed across the ship. “Attention all hands, this is the admiral. In a few minutes, technical assistance from the Valorous Intent will begin to make itself known through the usage of nanotechnology. Be aware that the hull will begin to seemingly repair itself without any outside assistance, and act accordingly. I have had full assurances that they pose no health risk to the crew, and continue as normal. That is all.”

Roche returned to hear the rest of Valerie’s explanation on the nanobots and what the nanobots would do while they were active. He nodded as Valerie finished, keeping that in mind so he could relay the direction to Engineering and the bridge later on. “I see,” he replied. “Well, thank you for your assistance. It certainly makes things easier on us. And being stuck in this galaxy, as least until we can figure out where the Milky Way is, helping one another is certainly in common interest.”

“I agree, And I believe Captain Shohashi will too. But I fear even if we are able to return to the correct galaxy… It will be too late. By that time, the battle with the Nietzscheans that rages even now will be over. And with their projected fleet size, no scenario I have yet simulated has ended well for the Commonwealth. But enough of that. Once the medical team finishes instructing your crew on the use of medical nanobot, I should get back to the Intent.” As the usual storage point of the valorous Intent AI’s emotions, Valerie felt quite disheartened by remembering what was likely happening to all her brother and sister ships right now. That, and it almost seemed like she was betraying them by not dying with them. But she wouldn’t voice those feelings to a total stranger.

That was interesting to learn, and Roche couldn’t help but comment on it. “I see. We have our own deadline, though there have been enough distractions to ignore it for the moment, that by the time we return Earth will have been conquered by the White Comet Empire. We can only hope that the Yamato will be able to succeed without us.” He nodded in acceptance of her latter statement, and moved over to wait for the return of the crewmembers.

That wouldn’t take too long, them having been ferried via automated walkway and lifts to the med bay, where the Doctors had been working on what patients there were, medical staff depleted a bit due to the assistance they had provided to the Culling of Prospero. The dispersal of medical nanobots had been effective and relatively easy, and soon the rest of the Valorous Intent crewmembers were back in the hangar, ready to return to their vessel. From there it was a simple matter to load them and their gear back onto the Cosmo Seagull and return them to the dorsal drone bay from which they had departed, both parties satisfied and none the worse for wear, if not exactly comforted by all they had learned of each other.

Sundered Echo said “Captain Weston, a pleasure to meet you, I am Captain Rhea Shohashi. I agree with your assessment of the situation - It seems this Empire has declared war on us all simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, though, how we arrived at that place is a matter for further discussion. I propose that in the immediate future we gather as many of these ships as are willing to cooperate and make a hasty escape. As the old earth saying goes, ‘Safety in numbers.’”

USS Aurora - Bridge
Captain Weston heard the message and did a double take, but before he could say anything Frank interrupted his thoughts.
“Did she just say Earth?”
“Apparently” he said absently, hoping that the Commander Lannigan would tell them what the hell is going on. Other messages were coming in thick and fast and it was obvious that Katie was working double time to keep up. Her forehead was creased with lines of concentration, and not wanting to interrupt, left her to her own devices. Other vessels were appearing including another behemoth that had never been in the vicinity of the previous fire fight within the system. He may be captain, but sometimes he just didn’t have a clue what to do – like now. He was interrupted from his deepest thoughts by Katie.
“Captain – you need to hear this.”

Sep said "Attention unidentified vessels, this is the Battlestar Columbia. Identify yourselves immediately or we will be forced to take aggressive measures. Repeat, this is the Battlestar Columbia, Identify yourselves immediately or we will be forced to take aggressive measures."

He could not help but shake his head sadly. For despite it’s apparent size, the demands and actions were those of the very fearful; but somehow he could not find it in his heart to be overly critical. All the ships present were trying their best to cope with ships and civilisations, and the sheer scope of the situation was likely well beyond anything in most codes of conduct and rules. This situation was well beyond anything Starfleet had ever trained them for.

“Katie, please send back this message. This is the USS Aurora, we mean no harm and you will find that a recent set of events befall those of us within the nearby system resulting in the local authorities opening fire. So I would request that you do not open fire – we do not want to attract any unwarranted attention, at least not before we all get a chance to arrange another rendezvous.”

Interrupted by his science officer, “Captain, our sensors detect that every life sign aboard that ship is human” he said, right eyebrow raised in thought.
“Confused L’Pel?”
“Indeed Captain. I cannot find any logical explanation for another ship to have come from Earth,” he paused, “not including that other Federation starship, except the blindingly obvious.”
“What would that be?” inquired Jonah, scratching his head, accidentally ruffling his hair.
“Alternate timelines” he replied. “It is the only thing that makes any kind of sense.”
“You’re referring to the Enterprise encountering the Narada, are you not?”
“Indeed I am lieutenant.”
“So all these vessels could come from another universe?”
“I can….”
“But what could cause so many vessels to end up here?” Marcus interrupted.
“Nothing natural, that we know of. Only some deliberate action by another party.” The Vulcan sighed. “But I neither like” he said adding emphasis, “nor do I understand who or what could or would do such a thing.”
Weston too was troubled by this conversation, and by what it could possibly entail. “It doesn’t bode well” he added speculatively.
“I agree Captain. It is almost as if……”
He turned to look back at the Vulcan. “Please elaborate.”
“Well not to use one of your old Earth religious notions, but almost some kind of intelligent design or action.”
“You mean we’re all here for some purpose?”
“If my conclusions are correct, the chances of so many civilisations all ending up in the same spot are astronomical to say the least.”
He thumped the arm of his chair, albeit not that hard. “Yes, they are.” He noticed L’Pel staring at the sensors again. “Is there a problem?”
“Apparently, the Valorous Intent has sent a small delegation to another ship.”
He nodded. “Okay let’s reply to them. Time to open up communications I feel.”

“This is Captain Weston of the USS Aurora, I am sorry for not replying sooner, but it seems the arrival of another ship, who were suitably worried by the seemingly large build up of unfamiliar vessels, and rightly so. However – I would like to invite you, or if you would prefer I could come aboard your vessel so that we may meet.”

"Captain! We have another vessel, one from within the system suddenly drop from some kind of FTL right next to Columbia."
"Dammit" he said starting to get really quite annoyed.
"Katie, open a communication to the Columbia and advise them that the other ship was from within the system and is not hostile, repeat not hostile."
"Understood Captain."
"Let's just hope that this situation does not get anymore tense than it already is."
"Here's hoping" replied Marcus at the helm.
"Perhaps we should set coordinates for somewhere a little farther away?"
"Good idea, send these coordinates to the Illustrious and Valorous Intent. They can then pass those details they trust the most."

She’d only known the man for a little over two weeks, but she already had an immense respect for her chief engineering officer. Despite conservative estimates on warp availability, Lee had managed a solution that would allow them to jump to warp 5, if only for a fraction of a second.

With a bit of coordination and luck, they got the hell out of that star system, although they were probably the last to do so.

After the briefest of jumps, they appeared at the edge of the system, moving along at one half impulse power behind the USS Aurora. Ahead of them was the greatest gaggle of unusual ships that Noelle had ever seen.

There was little time to stare and gawk at the ships through the viewscreen, however.

On the bridge, Nephenee was having a field day intercepting the communications traffic between the vessels.

“There are multiple requests for identification from various vessels, captain,” she said, replaying the set of relevant messages for the rest of the bridge to hear.
“That’s… A bit to take in all at once,” mused the acting captain. “Has the Aurora responded?”

“She has,” responded the science officer, still picking through the morass of communications. “Diplomatic as expected of a Starfleet vessel. Shall we respond with a message of our own, captain?”

Noelle nodded slightly, giving a wry smile. She pressed a button on the LCARS interface on her armrest.

“This is Captain Noelle Tatham Poole of the USS Illustrious. We mean no harm and are currently engaged with recovery efforts of our own people.”

She sighed, and sank back into her seat as she finished the general hail. From what she could see, the other ships were cooperating with each other, but she could only hope that that would hold.

“Captain?”

Noelle straightened herself back up in her seat. She would need a nice, long rest after this shitstorm blew over. “Yes, Nephenee?”

“The Aurora has just sent us a set of coordinates. It looks like they aren’t comfortable getting too close to the other vessels.”

Noelle nodded. “That’s a sound enough move. Helmsman, move us into those coordinates.”

The science officer didn’t seem to be finished, however.

“It also seems… A good number of the traffic here is in fact transmitting in Earth languages,” said the science officer with an intrigued expression. “Japanese and English, specifically. It seems to back up the evidence that we are in an alternate universe… No, that each ship here is likely from independent universes.”

“If that is true, how has this happened? Or… to what purpose?”

“It’s… Not unprecedented, but nothing on the scale of this.”

“I see… This is going to be a diplomatic mess, isn’t it?” she shook her head. “We may have a common ground with fellow… Earthlings. But they will likely be the people we will have watch out even more for. There’s no knowing from what kind of Earth they came from.”

“In anycase, we need to get up to speed with the Aurora,” continued Noelle, nodding toward Alara. “Let’s see what they’ve learned from the other ships.”

This entire area was in chaos. Ships were still just popping in out of nowhere. It was a wonder that it hadn’t all just devolved into a big free for all firefight already. Still, that was a good thing. The rather blunt crew of the massive metallic megalith had transmitted, with their primitive radios, their intention to assist in the Intent’s humanitarian activities, once they’d sent a team to make sure they weren’t ‘Cylons’ whatever they were. Rhea transmitted back, again only on audio as they likely wouldn’t be able to receive any more complex signals.

“I assure you, I am one hundred percent pure Nietzschean. I am fairly certain we have no ‘Cylons’ aboard, though not knowing what a Cylon is, I honestly couldn’t say.”

Cutting the comms, she then addressed the next message.

RogerD said “This is Captain Weston of the USS Aurora, I am sorry for not replying sooner, but it seems the arrival of another ship, who were suitably worried by the seemingly large build up of unfamiliar vessels, and rightly so. However – I would like to invite you, or if you would prefer I could come aboard your vessel so that we may meet.”

“That is a very gracious offer Captain Weston. My ship lacks small craft and I will not break formation with the Andromeda while my people are aboard, so you will have to meet me on my ship. I will make sure the dorsal bay has space to land a small craft.”

Of course, she also wanted to meet this Captain Weston on familiar territory, where she would have the advantage. The idea of seeing his ship up close was somewhat appealing, but largely useless, as unlike her AI, she could only infer vulnerabilities, not scan the area down to the last bolt and weld.

As co-ordinates came in from the Aurora, she also had them forwarded to the Andromeda with an explanation of what they were for. They seemed like a reliable ally, and Rhea could always use more of those.

BS-14 Columbia - C.I.C

The first ship responded over the speakers, what first sounded like merely some complications and maybe some form of history being wiped out, what he said next just sounded plain stupid. No idea where or when they were. That was just ridiculous. "I apologise to sound the pessimist however alternate dimensions are just as likely as time travel. It is far more likely that we both had errors in our jump systems that caused us to jump well beyond our respective red lines. However due to our origins being along the same lines though I doubt either of us were trained for diplomacy I am willing to negotiate some form of treaty until we can find our ways home." He got a look from Phillips though he just shook it away to the fact that they needed at least another ship if they were to survive.

Alarms began blaring as the DRADIS console pinged. "DRADIS contact, right along our starboard side. It's split into two contacts and one of them is CBDR.""Veer away starboard. Have the closest gun platforms target and destroy.""Starboard, Aye sir."" Jaffey on communications spoke up. "Sir, one of the other vessels claiming to be from some federation claims that the new vessel means no harm after identifying themselves." "Ensure you only target the debris heading towards us, have the gun batteries hold fire. If contact is inevitable then we will fire upon it. Launch the SAR Raptor and hail the station offering our assistance." He watched as Jaffy put the messages out to both the new vessel and the federation vessel that hailed them claiming that the fragmented ship was friendly.

He turned as the response from the Valerie was played. They weren't human, unless they had a different word for human that was. He decided to put this off on hold for now, as another DRADIS ping alerted them to a new ships appearance. "DRADIS contact, no hails as off yet to any of the new vessels." Everyone continued to work around CIC, almost shouting as things continued to escalate. "Sir, we're getting a transmission from the new ship on an open frequency."

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The CR90 corvette broadcasting the frequency of the Alderaanian identification had two of the few remaining Jedi on board. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Grandmaster Yoda. Yoda could sense something strange about these vessels, he could sense living beings however they were not connected to the Force. It was as if they had only recently been introduced to it. However what he could sense was a level of good in them, well. All except one ship to which he sensed a hunger. He could sense their confusion, so decided that he would not be best to make first contact. So instead Obi-Wan Kenobi transmitted to all the vessels in local space. "I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, I am afraid to say you have arrived in a time of conflict. After a war that ravaged the galaxy followers of the Dark Side of the Force have seized control of the Republic and reformed it into the Galactic Empire. We have sensed the good in most of you, and seek your help. With your assistance we feel we could free the Galaxy before it is ever enslaved."

He took a breath. "We invite you aboard our vessel, and are willing to transmit any navigational data or historical data you desire."

Click This said “In any case, we need to get up to speed with the Aurora,” continued Noelle, nodding toward Alara. “Let’s see what they’ve learned from the other ships.”

USS Aurora - Bridge

He was partially slumped in his chair, to say he was fatigued would be a colossal understatement, but then a quick glance across the bridge – it was the same across the board. At this point he’d had enough, but his crew came first. Standing, he decided to make an announcement.

“Can I have you attention everyone?”

As they turned in his direction, he spoke once more. “Okay, all main bridge crew, I order you all to go get some rest. I need you at your best for what is to come.”
What about you, sir?” Inquired the Vulcan politely, but there were clearly undertones of concern.
“Once you’ve all gotten a good five hours then I’ll go do the same.”
“Wouldn’t it be better if you went now sir?” He hadn’t heard his Chief Medical Officer get off the turbolift.
“Not really. I can’t fly the ship, use weapons, listen to communications nor conduct science scans.” His head moved side-to-side, “Well I can, but not at the same time. So I need my senior staff rested and refreshed.”
“Yes sir.”
“Jonah, give me a stimulant.”
“Are you really sure that’s necessary?”
“Yes, I’ve got to go meet the Captain of the Valorous Intent. So I kinda need to be awake for that.”
“Are you sure? It’s always so much quieter when you’re asleep.” He deadpanned, “We get so much more work done.” It was at this point he started to whistle innocently, staring absently at the view screen. A couple of other officers smiled then went about their business.
“Yeah, thanks for that.”
As he turned to exit the bridge, “I’ll have a nurse come up shortly. It’ll only last you three hours though.”
He shook his head, could not hold back the good-natured smile. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m actually the Captain.”

He went to communications, and contacted the Illustrious, “Captain Noelle. This is Captain Weston. It is good to finally see your face now that we at least have a quiet half hour. I have just dismissed my senior bridge staff to go get some sleep, and would suggest that you do the same – depending on how your repairs are. I am just on my way to meet the Captain of the Valorous Intent, and formally invite you to join me if you are able. I am just heading down to the shuttle bay now. So if you need a ride, just let me know. Otherwise I hope to you see you there.” He then sent the coordinates.

Within a couple of minutes the replacement bridge staff arrived. Getting ready to give a good first impression, and all that, it was time to make diplomatic contact. “Lieutenant Duran, you have command. Ensure the shuttle is ready for launch when I get there.”
“Yes sir.”
As he entered the turboloft, felt the beginnings of a headache begin with tension across his shoulders. He just needed another hour, or so, and then he’d get some sleep, even if it was a catnap. Although he deeply suspected it’d end up far more than that. But right now, he had a job to do. As the doors opened the shuttle bay was reasonably active, but considering that they’d just undertaken a major rescue and repair operation of the Illustrious, it was hardly surprising.

Sundered Echo said “That is a very gracious offer Captain Weston. My ship lacks small craft and I will not break formation with the Andromeda while my people are aboard, so you will have to meet me on my ship. I will make sure the dorsal bay has space to land a small craft.”

Shuttlecraft
He opened communications with the VI. “Captain Shohashi, this is Captain Weston of the USS Aurora. I am just departing now, so please be aware that my shuttle is inbound.” Hitting ignition watched as his ship became a distant object as he headed towards the unknown. It became quite obvious just how small the other vessel was, but that did not mean too much and looks, and size, could be quite deceitful thing. He’d ordered the Aurora to come in a bit closer, just in case an emergency beam out was required. He only hoped it would not be. The other vessel was rapidly approaching, and watched as the hanger doors opened to allow entry. As he landed, with barely a bump, waiting for the ramp to descend, sighed, and exited with only a communicator.

OOC: Arrived on the Valorous Intent.

The response from Lorne granted Benead a look somewhere between a sneer and a confused gesture. Who was he to declare what was and wasn't possible? Hell, the entire prospect of 'jump systems' back where Benead came from relied on the use of specific alternate dimensions. Either way, it was rather obvious that Lorne wasn't believing a lick of what Benead was claiming, yet was still insisting they could form a treaty, as if they thought the Jotunheim was still from their timeline.

While the Commander found himself responding to the sudden "DRADIS" alerts, Benead motioned to cut the channel. However human they were, those people were just a bit too firm on their beliefs.

"Send another transmission to the Andromeda," Benead ordered to Communications. "Tell them the matter with the Battlestar has been concluded, and that we may proceed with the agreed-upon shuttle plan." The transmission was sent as such, without delay, and Benead himself sent another message to the hangar, telling that when the shuttle was prepared than they could leave on the Captain's mark.

"Sir, we have another unknown vessel sending a broadcast message," McKellen reported once more, getting the Captain's attention. Benead sighed, leaning his head on a hand in true disgruntlement. This situation was already scrambled enough as it was, and now there were yet more ships revealing themselves. Was this going to stop anytime soon?

"Relay it."

"I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, I am afraid to say you have arrived in a time of conflict. After a war that ravaged the galaxy, followers of the Dark Side of the Force have seized control of the Republic and reformed it into the Galactic Empire."

James raised somewhat back to attention at this. From the sound of it, this ship and its inhabitants were actually local to this space. Benead resolved himself again; if they were willing to share what was going on here, then perhaps they may be able to determine how they got here, and even how they might get back to whence they came.

"We have sensed the good in most of you, and seek your help. With your assistance, we feel we could free the Galaxy before it is ever enslaved. We invite you aboard our vessel, and are willing to transmit any navigational data or historical data you desire."

Benead nodded ruefully. Of course, they would want help with whatever major problem they had. The fact that they would still trust absolute strangers to help them in a time of dire need still spoke volumes about the condition of their side. It still stood, however, that the promise and success of aiding these individuals in reclaiming their world could allow them to determine a way to return each ship here to their own worlds safely. After all, it must be perfectly apparent to these people that most of the ships gathered here were not of this locality.

He told Communications to send a transmission asking for known mappings of the current galaxy. If they really were still in the Milky Way, they would find out soon enough.

EDFS Andromeda

More and more ships arrive, though the flood seemed to be ending somewhat, much to the relief of Flynn working sensors, and Dmitri, working comms. Of course, his relief was less as messages flew in between ships, and conversations, as well as explosions form some station, and all the more. Fortunately, the nanobots from the valorous Intent had gotten to work, and the shuttle had returned them to their ship, so that was a plus. The injured men would appreciate it, and he was informed that they would be well soon enough. Whatever this tech was, Hijikata wanted some of it.

"Sir,' Dmitri called, "We're getting a set of coordinates from the Valorous Intent. It's some sort of rendezvous point, if I don't miss my guess." He shrugged. "Or the explanation they sent. One of those ships with the saucer wants to gather for a meeting to determine what we should do, since we all seem to be stuck here."

Hijikata considered it, and the validity of it, but the message had come from the Valorous Intent, who had proven helpful and trustowrthy as far as that was, "Tell them we acknowledge. Helm, bring us about and move towards those coordinates in tandem with the Valorous Intent."

"Yes sir," Brandon replied, working the controls to do just that. Maneuvering thrusters fired to change their heading, and as the Valorous Intent moved towards the location, so would the Andromeda.

Meanwhile, more messages. "The Jotunheim reports they are ready for our shuttle exchange,' Dmitri said.

Hijikata nodded confirmation. "Tell Commander Roche to saddle up again, this time with an engineering team. Let's see what they have to offer in terms of supplies and tech. Maybe we can even get the wave motion gun fixed."

Then, one last message from the new arrival. "Sir, you may want to hear this," Dmitri said, before funneling it through loudspeakers on the bridge. I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, I am afraid to say you have arrived in a time of conflict. After a war that ravaged the galaxy followers of the Dark Side of the Force have seized control of the Republic and reformed it into the Galactic Empire. We have sensed the good in most of you, and seek your help. With your assistance we feel we could free the Galaxy before it is ever enslaved. We invite you aboard our vessel, and are willing to transmit any navigational data or historical data you desire.

Hijikata listened on silently, the message obviously from galactic locals, and these ones not hostile at that. Some terms made no sense, like the Force, Jedi, that sort of thing, but he recognized the offer being made, and he wasn't about to overlook it. "Communications, send them a message confirming and expressing our willingness to meet aboard their vessel. also, ask for a galactic map and recent history of the galaxy, specifically covering this war that ravaged the galaxy."

Dmitri nodded and did just that as Hijikata sat back in his chair. This just kept getting more and more interesting.