The Phoenix
>>>Main Bridge

Rolgnar kept quiet until he heard about the plan of the dreadnaught captain. “I concur with the plan”. He spoke up, leaning back and studying who he was dealing with. A good variety indeed; he dared say it was overkill for the job. Bringing troops on the ground wasn’t an option for him; his ship was largely crew and specialists ,with only ⅕ actually soldiers proper. And that ⅕ had ¾ regulars, not marines.

Upon hearing the plan from the Colony, he spoke up again. “We are dealing with rebels, yes? Two birds with one stone - we cripple their operation in the compound and get what we need.” He nodded at Knight.

The Sovereign, Main Bridge
Mayumi nodded as she listened to the others. "I rather like the second option. While we may not have your ship to assist in the blockade, that's not to say we are lacking in firepower."

While speaking, her first mate had already edged herself out of the camera's view, before sighing. While it seemed her presence was ignored, it might not the longer she stood there. Better safe than sorry.

Ignoring the glance sent by her captain, she walked over towards an unused console, before booting it up, checking over the status of everything.

As all the captain started to put in their opinion, there was a brief silence. But it wasn't tension, it was peace. A thinking silence. He rolled over their options once more. The first one, was a solid plan, a good plan. But the second seemed it was more likely to work.

Im going to go with the second. Although, it can not go out alone, it will need extra cover fire. I can provide that if need be.

Poseidon muted his mic what else he turned to Alannah. Who was sitting in a desk back, and diagonal from him. She looked up, noticing his movements.

I need you to tell the weapons coordinators, I want the ships antimatter core, directed 60% to the weapons systems, and to have the Ion generator up.

Yes sir.

Poseidon turned his mic back on again, waiting for other replies.

Rolgnar sat up and started puncing a few codes in of his own. "Right, I think that-"

The ship's power went out. Completely. Only the now-dim holograms remained, sustained by a private power system.

"WHAT THE HELL IS-" Auxillary power came on, encasing everything in a deep red hue. Rolgnar was thankful his mic was off.

He pulled up a mic from the side and started yelling. "Rick! What the hell just happened!"

"Something internal, sir. It looks like the ventalation system and the Replicators got an AI conflict that crashed the whole damn thing. It's shut down, we couldn't get power up using it."

"So we don't have an AI?"

"Nor ventalation systems. You're getting a month's supply of manually oxygenized air from those stone age compractors on the walls... we can't stay in this operation, not for this mission. There's too many inconsistancies in the code. It's too standard and not flexible enough for a system made 5 weeks ago when it was coded a century ago for underlying mainframe."

"Ok, well, stop using all the big words and get us back to the yard. I'm not going to pay for their crap." He turned on the communication channel.

"I'm deploying the private network equipment for someone to pick up, it should be going out right about now-" he glared at Cassian, who nodded and quickly started working. "The ship's running into some problems. You know beurocrats, they skim on things to 'save money' and they forget to fix this or that along the way. It appearantly shut down our Ai and power, so we need to get back to the shipyard. I'm truly sorry to pull out now, I hope I can get back in later on...

Some of you may think you can help fix this. While there are temporary fixes that can be done, there's too much flawed infrastructure. Too much new fighting with the old. My ship needs to finish the upgrade."

He disconnected and saw the now free-floating pod broadcasting the network.

"The drive is seperate from the main power core, yes?"

Cassian shook his head. "No, unfortunately. It depends on it, but we can shift power to an auxillary core."

Rolgnar nodded. "Do it." He leaned back and sighed. What a wonderful time to have to pull out of here... in the middle of a supposed practice mission...

The Courage

Knight nodded at the response's quietly wondering why Captain Rolgnar disappeared. He decided to continue speaking. "No need for cover fire, this is a training exercise. The men will hit the base and recover the HVT, however he may try to run so you need be ready to stop him." He looked over at Ensign who was keying up low atmosphere protocol. "I'll be assigning a specialist unit to the task. The White Wolves, three-thousand man unit. Best marines we've for the job. I'll let you know when were ready to begin. Should you have further need of me send a message to my Lieutenant Commander and we may talk more privately."

He cut his the communication and then called down to the crew bays. "Major, you've got a job. Your taking the Wolves and assaulting the base, it's a practice exam so no live rounds today. Just put on a good show and extract the target, if you don't then your cleaning the ship's latrines with your tongue." The Major only grunted as a reply, he knew the man didn't mean the words but still they were incentive to get it done right. No vehicles and no fire support just good fast assault, it would be a good day he thought as men lined up in the storage bay, the only place with a enough room for all the packs to move. They were still equipping and preparing for reentry in atmosphere, the Major couldn't wait to have his boots on solid ground.

The reaper>>

"Right that's settled then, The Courage supported by the two frigates will lower themselves into orbit and deploy the troops, providing covering fire if and when needed. The battleships will perform high orbit patrols acting as atteriliary for covering our asses in space, the two carriers will set up in defensive locations Alpha and bravo supported by the cruisers. myself and the nightfall will go deep and provide long range cover" Ghost set on the plan that he laid out with the captains input thought this was solid.

Ghost signaled to his crew to prepare final FTL warp. all weapon systems had been set to simulation. and the dreadnaught was set. Waiting for the captain's response before he was read.

Captain, Trident is now online. ACMC targeting is set. waiting for captains verification code to fire
The small hologram showing the ACMC full system flickered before the captain's eyes.
Something seemed off about the whole feeling of this Operation. but...Ghost couldn't put his finger on it...it was most likely nothing,

News just came into him about the Phoenix systems going cold "Ah fuck sake, right before we need to launch this op, Right signal for the phoenix to stay put and launch any fighter craft get the rest of the fleet to ready up"

The Forge
>>>Scol System
>>> Low Orbit 10th Planet
>>> Mineral Extraction Operation


Floating in the low orbit, a large and streamlined vessel sat, collecting and sending out smaller cargo vessels that were collecting resources from the abandoned planet below. Inside the processors and forges were working overtime. Mechanical arms picking up and dropping off freshly produced parts and sheets of metal; all working in perfect unison to produce new Vanguard Units that were immediately put into storage after manufacture.


Meanwhile on the Bridge, an extremely claustrophobic space, as it was designed for machines and not humans, roughly fifteen specialised Vanguard units sat down in terminal uplink points, all processing separate aspects of their operation and directly feeding that data into the ship's on-board Data Hive. While an organic would hear utter silence on the bridge, a machine or A.I would hear an almost deafening scream as data streamed in physical streams of light above them.

REX-77 stood almost idle, staring at the other units. One would say that he was in a meditative state, listening the to Data Hive as if it were the voice of one's mother. Soon there was a display open up and a 4D holographic display spun round him as if he were the centre of the solar system.



Soon enough, all cargo vessels were quickly stationed back into their respectful hanger bays and the Sub-Light engines kicked in, heading towards the 13th Planet from the local star. REX-77 awoke from his sleeping state and began to chime on all known human frequencies.
"Attention, Organic Forces. This is Unit Commander of VFS.NOVA.114. Transfer mission parameters and operational & functional history of designated planet."

>> Reaper
>>>Bridge

"Sir! incoming transmission from a vanguard Foundry Class vessel" yelled a member of the bridge crew.
Ghost quickly made his way over the comms console "how on earth did they get past out our scans?"
"No idea, Vanuarged tech has always been a tricky one to notice on the scans Ghost"
Mumph...right. Play the transmission
the message played, the sound of a synthetic voice came over the speakers "Attention, Organic Forces. This is Unit Commander of VFS.NOVA.114. Transfer mission parameters and operational & functional history of designated planet."

The crew turned to ghost, He didn't know what to do after all this was a beyond top secret fleet and its mission parameters was off the books.
"Right, 1st lieutenant you have the bridge. i need to speak to the Admiral"
With that ghost turned to to bridge exit and made his way to the elevator. selecting the utmost deck the elevator shooted straight up.
This part of the ship was sectioned purely for Personal of high ranking or importance to the fleet.
For now this was where the Fleet Admiral Alexei Yevvit was stationed..something about liking the view.
As ghost entered the room he saluted to the Admiral who was looking out of the glass view port "Admiral, Sir we have a possible breach of protocol, A vangarde ship has made contact offering assistance and as per their standard response upon detecting organics"

The Admiral didn't respond, hell he hardly moved the only a sigh signaled any sign of life Right, Ghost contact them with the mission plan. they are not apart of sigma, but vanguards are useful and we may need them, depending on how well this op goes they may join sigma but TitanHQ will have to clear it first

With that ghost noded and made his way back down to the bridge. Raise the Vanguard ship, i need to talk with their superior unit
The buzz and tapping as the the commes crew worked quickly to get a secure signal through Vanguard Commanding unit, This is Ghost Captain of the GANS Reaper - Dreadnought class. The following information is classified beyond top secret. no copies of this information must be shared.
This is Sigma fleet, a spec op's fleet that deals with any threats that threatens the Genetic alliance and her allies. the information of the op we are on at the current time has been transferred over to you. The fleet admiral is allowing you to join us on this operation, however it is ultimately up to titan HQ to decide if you can join. Ghost out

With that ghost returned to his chair and awaited a response

>>The Forge
>>>Command Deck

REX would look up at the broadcaster station that was verbally speaking out the words of this... 'Ghost'. Even though it would have been far more effective to have just transmitted the audio directly into his neural-hub, their mission was to learn the ways of the organics and act as one. After a small delay, in which the on-board Data Hive was scanning the local ships and their rosters for security reasons, REX finally responds with a somewhat VOX style sound system.

"Greetings Captain of NX - 0091. I am Organic Command Unit REX-77, or as organics prefer, Captain Rex. We apologise for sneaking up on you however we were already in system collecting resources as records indicated that the system had been abandoned. We both understand the need for secrecy and will not pursue you to share sensitive data. We have contacted you as we fear the waste of organic life is above acceptable levels and offer our assistance to reduce the number of unneeded terminations of life."