"Alright, go check it out. Just remember to keep an eye out for any useful or valuable materials and record them, this is an unexplored sector."
Those were the last words from Jorgey's Fleet Commander before he powered up his FTL drive and started his first FTL jump towards the supposed ship. Jorgey didn't really think that it was a ship, with a beacon so far away pointing towards it it seemed more like a trap. In his Stinger, the CN Night, he would make 3 FTL jumps to get to the beacon, each taking about 4 minutes with about 3 hours between each jump. He listened to the surprisingly soothing sound of the FTL Drive and drifted asleep. Jorgey awoke about 17 minutes before the final jump. The CN Pilot schedule left little time for sleep, so he took advantage every chance he got. He started getting his data pad ready to record his findings as the final FTL jump started. Also on board the Night was Nia, the communications officer, Kalo, the Weapons officer, and Brick, the engineer. Jorgey and Brick were the only ones awake for the jumps. The rumble of the FTL Drive slowly shut off as they came to the edge of the system they were supposed to be at. Jorgey started up his interplanetary thrusters and took a look around, but it didn't take him long to find the secret of this system. Before he even got to take an in depth look for resources he saw the ship. A strange ship it was, Not giant but considerably bigger than themselves. Jorgey woke up Nia and Kalo. "You guys ever seen anything like this?" They both shook their heads. "Kalo, see if you can figure out what kind of weapons they got, looks like nothing I've ever seen." Both Kalo and Nia took their seats beside Jorgey. "Should I open a channel with the FC?" Nia asked. "No, not yet. Remember, we came to this ship because it sent out a distress beacon." Jorgey started moving closer towards the strange ship. It was truly something else, the FTC came across new species every other Monday, but this - "Hey boss, you might not want to do that," Kalo looked very frightened at what he was seeing, "Whatever weapons it has, it's loading them. We should get far away... Now." Jorgey went full throttle backwards. Kalo put their shields up for extra measure, and good that he did because the shield got hot quickly before moving out of range. "What the hell was that?!" Nia screamed. "There was nothing there but our shields were getting fried? That's not how it works!" Kalo got out of his chair and started thumbing through his 'encyclopedia of weapons' that he's been working on for a while now. "Whatever it is, I've never seen it before and I don't think anyone else has either." He was furiously typing up notes on various pages trying to even scratch the surface of what was going on. "Woah, this outer planet..." Jorgey was circling the outer orbit until he found the planet. "No way..." Jorgey was dumbfounded. He had never seen a planet of such magnitude. Absolutely perfect for life. On closer inspection it had insane amounts of resources, all of them. "Nia, I think it's time for that channel now. Tell them we got a new, dangerous species with a hell of a planet."

Representative Karlson Faroh was excited. Namely because he was voted to go on his first Rep. Assignment. That's saying something because Rep. Assignments do not come up often, usually because they were reserved either for meetings with other races or findings of a grand scale, which didn't happen as often as you'd think in a space as large as this galaxy. This Assignment was about the ladder he was told. He was told that some pilot and his crew were investigating a distress beacon in an unknown sector. Apparently there was a new race, but it had only one ship and some large station at the edge of the system. He wasn't concerned about those. He had his eye on the planet. Occasionally you find an asteroid with a crap ton of gold or iron, but that was it. Never since their own home planet had he seen a planet this rich, the entire planet suitable for anything you could think of! He could see so many opportunities here, they were hard to count. He was on his journey now, in his Royal Cruiser, the Empress, and 2 Transports behind him with enough materials to start a decent Trade Post. He didn't know if it would get much traffic, not knowing the area well, but it was worth a shot, and the resources could always be shipped out if the area is not good. He left the ship on autopilot with the destination selected and walked over to open a channel with the pilot. When the video started he saw a scruffy looking guy maybe in his early 50's. "Hello Representative, I am Captain Jorgey of the CN Night." Karlson was still getting used to the respect everyone gave him, even though he'd been in office for 3 year now. "Hello Captain. I understand you've encountered quite an amazing planet." "Yes sir, we have. Amazing is almost an understatement, sir." Ugh sir this, sir that. It was not amusing to Karlson. "It is quite large and seems to have a weak gravity pull, especially for it's size." Well, everything has it's flaws. A less dense planet means less dense ores means less ores. Still, he shouldn't gripe. It was, after all, a damn good planet. "Very good Captain Jorgey. My ETA is 5 hours 46 minutes." "See you then, Representative." The Channel shut off. Karlson sighed and got up, walking towards his bedroom. Might as well make use of this flying house while he can. He laid down and dreamed of the riches this find would bring.

"We have had nobody sent that far out, and all ships meant to be in that sector have been accounted for, meaning it could only be an unknown race. Certainly we do not have the technology to send a signal that far."

Jennifer ran her hand through her hair in an attempt to straighten it a little. She had been roused from slumber in order to answer a priority transmission from the command unit in the system. "And you're sending me." She says, sounding more of a statement rather than a question. The reply she got was a nod from the man who's face dominated the main screen. Around Jennifer, the staff on the bridge were attempting to look busy, however she knew that a number of them were most likely listening into the conversation. She would brief the senior staff in the time it takes in the jump from this system to the next system on the five jumps toward the mystery system.

"Good luck on this mission. May you be safe on your mission." He says, before vanishing from the screen, being replaced by a status display on various ship systems. Jennifer stands still, studying the display for a moment, before sitting in the command chair. "Navigation, plot us a course to-" Jennifer pinged the location of the signal to the navigation officer. "There. Take the fastest route, the least FTL jumps, please. Communications, send a log to the nearest station." She sat back, and watched the officers as they jumped to their duties, and prepared the ship for the journey. "Coms, ship broadcast." Jennifer orders. The officer gave her a thumbs up.

"Crew of Lightbringer, we are en-route to a system which we have not explored. It is suspected that there is an alien race with some sort of broadcasting technology there, as we have received a signal from the system. That is all." Jennifer did a cutting motion to the communications officer, who cut the broadcast. "I don't know how you do it, ma'am." The man says. "You're always so calm while broadcasting something. I always have to compose myself beforehand." Jennifer giggles a little, and gives a small smile to the man. "I have no idea how I do it either." She stands. "Tactical, you have the bridge." She says. The tactical officer nods. "Aye ma'am. I relieve you." "I stand relieved."

After a shower and a very long, undisturbed sleep, Jennifer spent time doing paperwork. It wasn't something she liked, but it had to be done. Another eternity passed, and finally, she heard the tone of the broadcast system, before the communications officer spoke. "Captain is required on the bridge, repeat, captain to the bridge." Jennifer felt relieved that there was something to do other than paperwork, and she stood, taking a walk to the bridge. The walk was little under a minute; the captain's quarters was close to the bridge in case the captain was needed in an emergency. The ship's XO was in the secondary bridge, deeper in the ship, in case the first bridge was damaged.

"Report," Jennifer asks, as she takes her seat. "Ma'am, we are two minutes away from the beacon's system." The tactical officer says. He moves an empty map onto the main screen of the bridge. As soon as they entered the system, the map would fill, based on sensor reports. And that it did. As they entered the system, the map filled up with reports. There were two ships in the system, as well as a station, as both the tactical officer and the display showed her. "My, what a planet that is." Jennifer mumbles. Her eyes then turned to the signatures of the two ships. The Lightbringer was clearly larger than one of the two ships, however the other one seemed to be a good size. "Launch a pair of drone squadrons, four per, and send them to both of those ships, broadcasting peace." The Zenohunt orders. "Navigation, take us closer to the ships, behind the drones."

Just as she had ordered, two flights of drones flew to both of the ships, Flight one heading to the smaller ship, flight two heading to the larger, with Lightbringer behind flight two. "I want an analysis on the ships' weapons, if they are obvious. Coms, have we picked up a response to the peace signal?" "No ma'am, no signal-" Suddenly, the communications officer was interrupted by a burst from the tactical officer. "We have missile launch! Four times missiles headed for the drones!" The display showed four blue dots, the drones, and four red dots, the missiles. As one of the red dots disappeared, a burst of red dots appeared on the screen, and two of the drones exploded. "That's not good. Bring weapons online! Hit them before they hit us! Full reverse!" All of her orders were received, and Lightbringer began to reverse away from the new threat. One more drone exploded, and the last one turned tail to fly back to the carrier. The weapons of the carrier managed to remove the last two missiles from the fray. "Missiles neutralized. Threats neutralized." Tactical said. As if to prove him wrong that there were no more threats, the remaining drone vanished from the display's map. At the same time, there was a small puff of white in space as the drone exploded. "Report. What happened to the drone?" Jennifer asks, looking to the display. There was a general murmur through the bridge, which quietened down as the tactical officer spoke. "The drone sent in a damage report of a major heat buildup, though the heat built up way to fast for the drone to have overheated. Those things are built to survive a little overheat."

Jennifer shook her head. Why the drone had exploded was a mystery. "Turn us to the other ship, and take it closer to it. But stay out of range of the large ship." There was no way to identify the larger ship by class. It was one ship. For all she knew, it could be a mere corvette to whoever owned it. "And continue broadcasting peace over all frequencies."

The horrible visit from scary violence!

"2 new species in under a day? Jorgey we might have stumbled on something bigger than we thought..." Nia rambled as she paced the small, but not cramped, bridge. "We can't even decipher that new message, for all we know it could be the same race broadcasting a declaration of war instead of a new race." Kalo did some typing and looked up, "Unlikely. I can read most of the new ship's weapons, and they are nothing like our trigger happy friends over there." Kalo gestured to the first ship. "Not to mention the fact that the First Ship open fired on the New Ship." Kalo said, sounding the slightest bit excited. " The New Ship is heading our way. No doubt we are in range of their weapons, but they are not firing. My only guess is that they come in peace." Jorgey nodded in agreement. "Nia, record the broadcast and relay it to all known races and see if anyone knows these guys." Jorgey opened up his own broadcast, explaining they want no more than to be on friendly relations with whomever was receiving. " I'm not sure where they came from, but maybe our new friends have the tech to understand us. If not, at least they'll know that we're responding to their broadcast."

"Another species?" Karlson asked, concerned. "Yes sir. We have reason to believe that they have come in peace, as we have been well within range of their weapons for some time now, without any sign of weapons loading or charging." The Representative was still skeptical, his body and all of what he had learned screamed "Trap!", but the evidence Jorgey was giving was convincing. "Nia, our Com. Officer, has been relaying their broadcast to all of our known allies, but no one has heard or seen of them. Although we have not reached all allies, we believe that this races have come from an entirely unknown quadrant of the galaxy. Kalo even suggested that they picked up the same distress signal we got." This new news was disturbing. Quadrants 2 and 4 were unknown, so it was possible they were from an unknown quadrant, but the FTC had 2 allies each based in Q2 and Q4, and if they had not heard of this new race then they must have hid well, or not made much of an attempt to find other intelligent life. Then again, maybe they were some giant space empire that had just not met with our allies yet. "Alright Captain. Just don't cause an interstellar war or anything until I get there, ETA now 3 hours 5 minutes." " Of course Sir, see you when you arrive." The Channel clicked off and Karlson got up and walked around. He knew he would have to alert the other Representatives on the assignment's new details, and most likely vote on what to do next.

"Kalo, lets get a readout on their drones." Jorgey ordered. " Working on it" Kalo promptly began typing and working his magic. A 3D model of the drone appeared on the main screen. "What kind of weapons does it have... Does it have weapons?" "The only thing I can confirm is that it has some kind of kinetic weaponry I've never seen before. It seem not active right now though." Kalo reported. "Alright Kalo, get a read on all the drones, see if any of them are prepping to fire." Kalo checked a few more, nothing coming up. "Good. Well, the peaceful theory still holds up at least."

Karlson awaited the fate of his assignment. He had just briefed the 4 other Representatives on the new situation. "I see little reason to trust these new beings, and if you weren't already more than halfway there I would advise coming back." Explained Yungo, " We should not take chances that could kill a Representative, or start a war." Silence followed, with some unspoken words sent through glares. Karlson was viewing the discussion room from his ship, his face on a monitor where he would normally sit. "The risk is great, I admit, but this new planet could be a game changer! Imagine a booming trade port where travelers can stop on their journey just to pick up necessities, or collectors could buy artifacts from a previous civilization! A port where everything is sold and anyone is welcome, imagine the profits!" Harry Troupe was the most carefree of the Representatives, albeit the most successful business wise. "Yes, I can see the profit in setting up a trade port, my only concern is it's placing. It could be in a wide expanse void of intelligent life. We just can't tell for sure." John Goldif was hardly containing his excitement during the first part of his sentence, "And now I believe all that needs to be spoken has been, let us vote." There were 4 Is and 1 Nay from Yungo to continue to the new planet. "Fine, but if death and debt is what you want go start an interstellar war. It's not like being cautious has ever helped anyone." Yungo griped. "Oh Yungo, stop. Just because you're the oldest actually does not mean you are the dictator." John stated a little harshly, although it did make Karlson feel a little better about his vote. He was very afraid of Yungo. The channel shut off and Kalrson sat down. He was always anxious during votes, even though this was only his third. He took a look at his watch: Still 2 and a half hours until arrival. He made some coffee and sat back down at his desk to read over readings of the planet and started the tedious task of planning out the post.

"Captain," The communication officer says, spinning in her seat to face his superior. "The ship appears to be broadcasting it's own message. I've relayed it to analysis, who are attempting to decipher the language. It is unknown when, or even if, they can do it..."

As if to contradict every word the officer said, the captain's terminal beeped. Jennifer tapped it, and was met by the voice of one of the analysts. "Captain, we believe we have successfully managed to decipher the new race's language." At once, everyone turned to look at the screen which was broadcasting the audio, even though there was nobody there. Nobody was even trying to be discreet about it. They all wanted to know how it had been done so fast. "How on Lemea did you manage that?" Captain Jennifer asks, cocking her head.

"You see, we did some comparisons. We ran it through the textspeaker, in an attempt to see the spelling of their words, and it came up with words that looked horribly like that of a young child. We just had to swap one or two letters and bingo, we had a match for words." The analyst states. "We have a rough translation, stating that they wish to be friends. Or, something along those lines. Though, that theory seems to be proving itself. I see that they are not arming their weapons." Jennifer nodded to herself as she listened, and tapped her lips, thinking. "Can you work with Coms and try to come up with a message, in their language, using text."

The captain stands, and begins pacing. Nobody attempts to ask what she wanted the message to say, they simply waited for her orders. Finally, she spoke once more. "Ask them for a meeting, aboard the Lightbringer. I wish to see them personally, to discuss matters between us. Oh, and be sure to inform them of how we deciphered their language. They can probably reverse some of our own letters to get their words. And, if they accept the meeting, someone tell Lieutenant Ray that he is to be their escort on this ship, and his hand pick of two others to support him. They'll meet them in the main hangar bay." The hangar bay of the ship was a large space, able to accommodate a number of dropships and several bombers. As the fighters and some of the bombers were drone-operated, they could latch on the outer hull, leaving a lot more space inside the ship. "Tactical, you have the bridge. I need to write some notes in my office."

"Representative, we- they, have sent a broadcast in our own language, or at least something similar enough to understand," Captain Jorgey said through the open channel, "They also sent rough instructions for a language key, Nia is programming our translator now. The have also requested a meeting aboard their ship- the UZF Lighttaker or UNN Lightbringer, something along those lines. What is your decision?" Woah, Karlson thought. That's a lot to take in. They've already deciphered our language and immediately request a meeting aboard their ship. "This assignment just gets better and better doesn't it?" He thought out loud and then sighed, "Alright... I'm going to make an executive decision and skip talking to the council. They haven't armed any weapons?" "None at all sir. Their first broadcast announces they come in peace." Jorgey said, not looking at the camera but looking down at some screen. "Alright then. Lets have just you go aboard. Leave Kalo in charge until you get back, and tell him to leave at any sign of armed weapons, or if any ship starts to warp out tell him to follow far enough behind without being seen." Jorgey looked up from his screen, "Yes sir, I'm taking my translator with me for quick-ish communication. I will send a broadcast shortly." Before Jorgey closed the channel Karlson felt it necessary to add, "And, Jorgey? May Olldar watch over you." "Thank you Representative," Jorgey said with a slight smile, "I'll update you when I return." and with that, the channel shut off.

Jorgey typed up a broadcast stating that they have accepted the meeting and will be docking soon. He waited for a few minutes, and when no objection came back, started his way towards the new ship- The Lightbringer was what the crew decided was most likely name of it. The docking procedure was relatively painless with Jorgey's long experience piloting. The docking port opened and Jorgey hopped out into the bay of the Lightbringer. The Night left very soon after closing the port door, with Kalo piloting. Jorgey turned around to see a figure not entirely different than his own race, with less hair and strange ears. He said, "Hello, My name is Jorgey Garuntaff, I am the captain of the CN Night." A few moments later his translator beeped out a rough translation in a monotone voice.

A Month Earlier
"Lieutenant Commander. Request for you by President Verikan- special assignment, I hear." The messenger was a purple-striped Draconian, of average side and girth. The only outstanding feature was the armor he wore- also purple- which was the light armor common to Scouts. The purple, however, signified he was an Elite.

Lieutenant Commander Yl'Cadan turned towards the messenger, his gold-colored full armor glinting dully in the artificial light of the Strategic Combat Training Center, or SCTC, as the holographic 3-D map he was studying fizzled out and disappeared. Despite him and the messenger being, more or less, the same size and height, Yl'cadan would appear to any living creature's mind to be much, much bigger. The Commander glared at the messenger, for interrupting, before rumbling, "Take me to him, then."

The two armor-clad soldiers stalked through the starship, automated doors opening vertically (Top half goes up; bottom half goes down) after using scanners built into the walls to verify the two Draconians' identity, matching them to their profiles and access levels. Five minutes of walking through the corridors of the warship brought the purple-clad to a stop outside a door on Seventh Deck. The Elite Scout turned and saluted, facing Yl'cadan, right arm held straight out and parallel to the wall, bent at the elbow, pointing at the wall. Yl'cadan nodded at the Elite, and he obediently lashed his tail against the floor, then turned and walked off.

Verikan, the most powerful Draconian alive, stood as Yl'cadan opened the large door to the Leader's personal quarters. He said nothing; rather, he waited for Yl'cadan to hesitate, salute, and then say, "Lieutenant Commander Yl'cadan, reporting." Guarded, measuring stares filled the room; the prodigy versus the leader. After a moment, Verikan gave a short nod, and gestured vaguely at one of the Draconian seats- designed so that a Draconian's tail can slide easily through the gap in the chair. However, before he completely finished sitting down, three other Draconians appeared. Each were wearing purple Scout armor; one broke through the vent in the ceiling and dropped down, landing on all fours, a second burst out from a hidden panel next to Verikan's steel desk, and the last burst through the door that Yl'cadan just walked through.

As per Draconian tradition, Verikan hired his own men to assess Yl'cadan's leadership and strength.

Yl'cadan's sidearm was already in his hand, by the time the three Draconians finished making their appearances. He raised it towards the one closest to Verikan, who had come from the floor, and fired the weapon. A small, specially designed round burst from the blocky, utilarian handgun, shooting from barrel to target in less than an instant, piercing through the Draconian's chestplate- his thickest piece of armor- and into his body, straight into the middle, where it exploded in a tiny, lethal burst of plasma-heated fragments, the small charge within the SMART round having calculated its explosive to go off for best effect, based on the instant calculations done within the firing mechanism of the handgun.

One Draconian dropped; Yl'cadan dropped his gun, knowing that the two lunging Draconians to his right and rear would already be too close, and whipped out two knives as he turned. Ventilation Draconian caught him full-force in a tackle, claws slashing against his armor for little effect. He fell to the ground, Elite Scout on top of him, crashing on the chair, and rolling off its rigid steel structure. The second Draconian came in with a drawn energy sword, the purple energy of the straight, long, sword radiating heat and the promise of death. The Scout struggled with him, trying to keep him down, as the last Draconian brought his sword down. As it fell, Yl'cadan shifted weight and threw the Scout on him off, straight into the falling energy blade. The Draconian momentarily gasped, as he was sliced nearly in half, the third Draconian stumbling back, dropping [and therefore deactivating] the energy sword. The hesitation cost him his life; Yl'cadan was already up, rearming himself with his handgun, and firing again. The last Draconian dropped, dead, just like the first one.

Verikan gave the Draconian equivalent of a smile, a bared-teeth sort of expression, and extended a small chip to the Lieutenant Commander. Yl'cadan turned, saw the Leader, and took the chip silently. "Your new mission, Fleet Commander Yl'cadan, awaits you. The DCS Hells Guard awaits you with the newly formed fleet. Consider yourself promoted and under my personal command. All the information you need is on the data drive. Good luck, Commander."

Then the hulking Draconian waved a little hand at Yl'cadan, dismissing him. The former Lieutenant Commander saluted, and exited, as the IBCL President looked at the lifeless bodies of three of his guard, proud at their performance and of their honorable deaths. There was very little to be cleaned up; the Draconians who were shot had nearly no external damage, besides a shattered chestplate, and the Draconian that was cut in half didn't need any cleaning up, because his insides were already charred and burned!

Present Day, Prologue System
Space rippled, and a small ship slammed into realspace, a burst of radiation and heat signalling its entrance to the solar system. After a moment, similar phenomenon took place; small ships appearing in a burst, here and there and everywhere. It appeared disorganized, at first, but then a pattern emerged- they were all in a half-sphere, more or less, as if acting as the forward shield to a larger ship. A dozen of these smaller ships sat in a loose formation, awaiting their commanders. Several moments later, their masters appeared. Much larger ripples shook realspace; a blast of radiation and heat emerged, preceding their makers. Five much larger ships appeared; Two BVCs, and three BBs. The Fleet under command of Yl'cadan had arrived after much practice maneuvering and training, and eventually a week-long trip from their home system to an unknown place, in search of a distant hope.

Each of the ships glided forward, silent in the void, sharing information between each ship as scans penetrated farther in-system. It didn't take long for results to come in; a single very, very large ship, easily bigger than the BCV, which was currently the largest ship of the fleet. Several moments later, interest peaked even higher as two different types of ships were detected; neither 'fleet', puny though they were, appeared to share enough similarities to be called of the same race. The beacon's designs and construction matched the large ship; these two new ones were completely alien.

Yl'cadan took in the dozen bridge officers at work in the CIC- Combat Information Center- then gave the order. "Communications, open radio contact with the Ancient ship, send prerecorded message. After, send a binary message on broadcast towards the aliens; send our greetings and promises of peace." Grumbling was heard from the three Weapons officers and the two Helmsmen; it appeared some wanted to just attack. "Silence your rumblings, the smart hunter knows when to fight, when to hide, and when to stalk!" This was enough to shut them up; they apparently appealed to 'stalking' their prey, as did most Draconians.

Lieutenant Ray Richards stood at the door of the locking port, his arms behind his back as he rested. To his left side was a Zenohunt armed with just a sidearm, and to his right was a robot that looked like a six legged table with a computer on top of it, which would play translator for him, record a 360 degree vision of video and audio, monitor the current situation and request assistance if needed, and keep the captain and analysis team informed as to what was going on. It had loads of additional features, all inside of it. In addition, the legs could change form to something better for moving, or for other situations.

Ray's red eyes did not rest on the door. They instead rested looking above the doorway. Above the door, there was a small robot, about the size of an ant, with four legs, named the SIR (Special Infiltration Robot). It was tiny, yet it was powerful in it's own way. As the doorway slid open, he tapped his foot once. Back in the special operations room for his troops, he knew that one of three four man special operation teams was bunched together, tapping away on terminals as they monitored the readings from the SIR. They couldn't see the doorway because the drone was over it, but when they saw the tap of the foot, the quickly scurried through and into the alien ship that was docked, running along the roof, almost unseeable. The drone would try to locate the bridge of the ship and hide inside of it, gathering intelligence. The worse part about it was that the drone could scurry into the tiniest places, making them almost impossible to get rid of if they weren't destroyed beforehand. The captain had told him to get one on board of the ship, for monitoring purposes as well as sabotage if things go south.

Ray's eyes slid down to meet the haired creature in front of him, whom spoke before a monotone voice spoke in Ray's own language. The analysis guys deserve a medal, he thinks to himself, before speaking. "Greetings, Captain. My name is Lieutenant Ray Richards. I am your escort for your time aboard the UZF Lightbringer." Ray says, his tail swishing behind him as the robot beeped, and then spoke with the best translation it could make. "I request that you follow me. The captain wishes to see you." He waited as the robot translated this. Behind him, an entire three by five meter section of the wall slid outward and sideways, before some technicians descended on it. Finally, as the robot stopped speaking, Ray turned around, and began to walk to where the meeting room was on the carrier. The robot and the other Zenohunt followed.

On the bridge, the communications officer found another transmission, one from another alien race. He submitted it to the rest of the bridge crew, before sending it to analysis to decipher. A report was sent to the captain, whom was sitting in the meeting room, waiting for the arrival of the alien. A peace broadcast was sent back to the new race.