[b]The Citadel, Sol[/b]
The Citadel acted as the center of Sol’s space-faring operations. It held both military and civilian sections, including the offices for Military High Command. The Station itself was a long spike like shape, with various sections branching out to act as either docking stations for ships, defense systems, or offices, homes, and businesses for various civilian and military branches and organizations.

Meagan McClain, Supreme Commander of the Federation Military had docked at the station. As she stepped off the ship she had tied her blonde hair back in a long ponytail. She wore the standard black stretch uniform of the Federation Military, with her rank and medals tacked on to the suit. Her green eyes stared down at a mass of reporters, barely being kept back by the Citadel’s inhouse police force. Docking space at the military sections of the Citadel was full, so Meagan had been forced to dock at a Civilian section close to her office.

While reporters would have normally not been an issue, the recent attack on Sol was weighing heavily on the mind of the Federation populace. Meagan was forced to push reporters out of her way, while being hounded with questions from all sides.

“With the recent attack on Sol, is there any plans to increase ship production?” questioned one Reporter, speaking rather fast and holding up a Mic 

“Robert has personally spoken to me and says the Senate and Parliament are currently voting on bills to increase funding to the Federation Military and R&D departments. Beyond that I can not guarantee anything.” plainly stated Meagan, quickly pushing the Mic and reporter away.

Another reporter was quick to take his place, and ask a question, a camera hovering behind him.

“Is the Federation fully aware of any civilian casualties from the attack yet?” spoke the Reporter, pushing his own mic into Meagan's face.

“No, scouts are still sweeping the wreck to confirm the dead..” commented Meagan, whose stone-faced look was now turning into one of annoyance.

After a huge battery of questions Meagan called in more of the Security forces who pushed them away. Meagan quickly grabbed stood up on the edge of one of the Fountains that had been installed as decoration. 

“At the current moment I am not willing to answer any questions. I have yet to be fully-briefed on the situation as I was in a meeting on Earth at the time of the attack, and not near any stations from which I could have assumed command. I shall be speaking to the Admirals and will begin developing plans and further action regarding the attack. After I am done with any meetings, I will be more then willing to conduct interviews and address any concerns the general public may have regarding the Federation’s response.” finished Meagan, stepping down as the forces continued to keep the reporters back. She stepped into the military section, military soldiers guarding the way.

Compared to the Civilian sections, the military sections were a lot more foreboding. No decorations, such as the fountains or gardens helped lighten the atmosphere. The music played in the plazas was absent, the only sounds being the hums of lights, or the echoing of boots on the metal floor of the station. Meagan quickly stepped into her office, leaving behind the normal section.

Inside her office there was not much. A simple metal desk with a worn office chair behind held a holo-projector for interaction as well as a small computer tower necessary to store the OS and and info Meagan needed for her position. Various rewards also decorated the wall, commending Meagan for her excellent service record. A door was also inlayed into the back wall of the office. 

Meagan quickly went behind her desk, turning on her computer. Checking her messages she saw only one unread, a message from Robert about a meeting that he would like conduct after Meagan finished hers with the Admirals. Taking note of it, she opened the door at the back of her office.

The new room she stepped into was darkened, with a large meeting table in the middle of the room. The table had a large holo-projector embedded into the middle, currently projecting a blue map of Sol, with various strategic locations marked. The Admirals were already seated, with those who were out on missions conferring by Ansible to maintain secrecy. 

“Greetings. First order of business is the discussion of the attack on Sol and how the Military should proceed.” spoke Meagan, arms crossed and leaning back in her chair.

“The General Public is going to want a large increase in funding. This could be beneficial for our research.” commented one of the Admirals.

“Is the increase necessary though? While we did suffer losses, most of them were initial civilian stations from the surprise attack. Otherwise our forces handled the attack quite well and bested the enemy.” responded a female Admiral looking at the other one.

“Yet the threat we encountered appears to have been some robotic force stuck on the same mission initiative. Its likely they will never advance in tech, we could easily encounter a much more advanced ET threat that could want to harm us. The increase in funding is necessary if we want to get to a level were we are prepared for all threats. Our efforts on Enned will help this goal as well” said Admiral Yamada, his hologram flickering.

“On the subject of technology, the R&D department has finally managed to develop our first-generation plasma weapons. With repairs still being made to ships from the attack, we can not begin refitting yet, but a new Supercarrier is under construction that shall be fitted with them” stated Admiral Wright.

“Supercarrier? When did I authorize the construction of a new one?” asked Meagan, starting down Wright.

“The construction was authorized by the Senate and Congress Meagan. They were pretty clear that construction should be started on it as soon as possible.” responded Wright.

“Did the research council decide what to focus upon for the upcoming budget cycles by any chance as well Wright?” asked Meagan, settling back into her seat.

“Yes, they plan to focus on gluon-disturbers. As it stands they do not believe they can develop a capable containment system for antimatter so it can be used in missile or torpedo form.” once again responded Wright.

Meagan turned one of the female Admirals.

“Any news of other possible xenos, Aaliyah?” questioned Meagan.

“Long range detection near Alpha Centaurii has picked up a few signals coming from a system a few light-years away. A carrier group has been sent to investigate. In addition we detected a strange signal consisting of mainly dots. The signal was well-cloaked, we have triangulated down to a small triangular area, but that area consists of a bit over a hundred systems. I have scouts working full time on it. We are broadcasting a similar signal in response in hopes that they will respond themselves.” stated Admiral Aaliyah.

“Seeing as we have no more to discuss, I call this meeting to a conclusion.” finished Meagan, standing up as the Admirals walked out of the room.

[b]A few light-years from Alpha Centaurii[/b]
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Federation ships arrived in the system, a single Carrier as well as two frigates. They had similiar designs to those that had been sent to Enned, but weapons and other features shifted here and there. They slowly began moving into the system, obviously scanning for signs of the aliens. 

The Captain watched from afar as he saw the ships, as well as watching the screen which provided scan results of the ships.

“Broadcast a We are friendly message in binary code, and we shall proceed from there.” said the Captain, as they beamed messages to the alien ships in binary code.

“We are friendly. Do not fire.”

The Federation ships raised their shields, but did not warm up their weapons.