Perelliator Infodump

Science team report: Wormhole was an anomaly in every sense of the word. A short-lived portal similar in some ways to those used by the Zerg during the first great war. This one however, was of a far wider radius at its opening according to our brief sensor readings, likely capable of transporting an entire battle fleet at once. On the other hand, its exit was far more focused, being large enough only for our ship. We are uncertain what to make of this, as it is statistically unlikely that such a portal would be of correct size for our ship by chance, or that our ship would have gone through the center of the portal to exit perfectly through, having come upon it unexpectedly. We have very little sensor date from the actual transition, and what we have we are unable to translate.
What is perhaps a greater item of note is that this wormhole did not exist, as far as we are able to determine, until a short time before we entered it, by perhaps a few seconds. Now of course, our passive sensors are not designed for detecting the emissions we would want to look for in studying such an event.
As for the effects of such a wormhole...put simply, we don't know. Anything. The Zerg used their variation for transportation across vast distances, however to our knowledge, Dominion research has never been in such fields and our information is limited at best. Even had it not, this even is likely as far outside our capability to study as Protoss technology...or more so, due to it's nature.

Scanner Sweep report: We have detected several massive ships or facilities of an unfamiliar design in orbit around the nearby planet inside the orbit of the planet's ring. They are most definitely not Protoss...seemingly very close to Terran as far as we can detect, though that is limited as our passive sensors do not reach beyond the dense ring. Additionally, we are detecting artificial constructs of a very different design on the planet itself, plus what read as extremely large manufacturing facilities that reach deep underground. Finally, there are also a number of large structures on the surface of two distinct designs. Our guess at the moment is landed starships. This is further supported by the design of the larger of the two designs seeming like it is made to link with the vessels in orbit. (Though that is conjecture based on looking at the results, provided in the report.)
Addendum-Comm traffic analysis: There is a very high amount of comm traffic between the constructs in orbit and the surface, consistent with Terran drone control programs. Little else.

The Nautolan pummeled his own chest, barely able to catch his breath from his recent outburst of laughter. Sighing, he lowered his hood, revealing to the newcomer, Wrenu, his tendrils which were mostly wrapped in brown rags, along with a ruby circlet adorning his forehead. His tendrils gently swayed as Olu cocked his head to face Wrenu, sensing pleasant, eager emotions radiating from the young Mikkian. "Aha.~ A pleasure to be of your acquaintance, Padawan. I am master Olu Bumdoa. The Nautolan greeted him with a smile, and a flashy bow just for show. At first glance, Olu may have seemed like a jolly person to Wrenu.

However, those with sharp competence in the force may have sensed impurity inside Olu. His connection to the force was wobbly, as Olu has previously been victim to the temptations of the dark side. Needless to say, it is obvious he remains of good heart, but he has forever been tainted.

As Master Wick isntructed his Padawan on the mission details and whatnot. Olu turned to face his starfighter. "Correct. We'll get to the bottom of these anomalies yet." Turning once more, he rests his hands over his waist and awaits for the rest of the group to settle in before they embark. "I'm ready when you are."

Upon receiving his orders to leave, gives the admiral a theatrical salute and turns on his heels. He marches out behind the Spartan fire team Ra but makes sure to keep a close eye on them. Dean never did trust the Spartans. After the stories of the old Spartan programs and exactly how lethal they were in combat, he believed they all underwent some form of training that stripped them of their humanity. The babble of the super soldiers before him is tuned out as his thoughts take the reigns. The loud siren and the frequent red light sweeps faded out of existence for him. His feet continue down the hall on auto pilot, brushing against crew members left and right.

"C..in" A hum of his title strikes his ear before fading into silence. "Captain" It comes again, this time clearer. Dean snaps from his thoughts back into reality. A fully armoured hand lays upon his shoulder, clearly belonging to either an ODST or Spartan. He turns to face the figure. Their sunken green eyes are already waiting to meet him. "Speak up or get to your post." She bows her head to him and states her purpose for being. "Sir, the team and I were thinking about some training later. You want in?" Her lips curve into a smile but Dean's disposition remains stern. "Back on Mars, it was tradition for the man to ask the woman out." She rolls her eyes at the captain's remark, laughing it off. "You in or not, Hotstuff?"
"I'll tell you what. If we aren't gunned down, boarded or attacked.. You're on." The captain smiles before giving her a light tap on the arm. She goes to thank him for agreeing, "Just so you know, I'm going to de-," but Dean is quick to interject, cutting her off abruptly. "But right now I want you back to your post. Admiral's given her orders." The ODST offers him a salute and confirms his orders. "Heading back to my post, captain." She starts down the hall but at the last second feels Dean's hand tighten around her forearm. "If you see Lazarus on the way-" He whispers into her ear, "step on his foot." She rolls her eyes and continues to walk away. She calls out over her shoulder, "You need to let that go. It was funny for the first two weeks but it's getting old now."

Dean returns to his course headed for the armoury and arrives behind his own schedule. His eyes cruise the caged racks of weaponry before settling down on the assault rifles. The vast majority of them were sleek and grey with the exception of three. He removes a card-like object from his pocket and swipes through a reader attached to the cage door. The door is quick to open and does so in a smooth fashion. Dean steps inside the caged area and drapes his finger along the weapons before grabbing the butt of an orange painted assault rifle, pre-loaded with the safety off. While typically taboo within the space core, Dean liked to leave his weapons ready at all times in case of a spontaneous firefight. Even when locked away in storage.

Wrenu Tipolan

Listening to his master and giving a small wave at R5 and then a smile and a short bow at the other Master, Wrenu grinned when got told of the ship he was going on. "Mmm, alright Master, I'll get everything ready now!" He then moved to hurry up the ramp into the ship and gleefully examined everywhere he could on board of the vessel, leaving them to talk if they so wanted. He explored the vessel and was very excited to have it all to himself. He eventually got up to the cabin and started to prep the large vessel for launch.

"Let us be off then." Master Wick said as his padawan ran into the cruiser. Giving a quick nod to Bumdoa Greggory stepped onto and then into his Delta-7, the cockpit sealing itself as the jedi strapped himself in and put on a headset that would allow him to communicate with both Olu and the bridge of the diplomatic ship.

Flipping a few switches and looking over the monitors soon the white and red starfighter was lifted into the air, easing out of the hanger to undoubtedly soon be followed by the other two ships. Speaking into the headset the Jedi asked, "Radio check?"

Wrenu Tipolan

"Hear you loud and clear Master, I'm all set." he said as he sat down and got ready to launch. He wondering if there were any droids aboard the ship...he'd have to explore that possibility again later.

Admiral Pantera Faye

Faye muses to herself for a moment, twirling her magnum out of its holster and tapping on the holotable with its map display. "If it is a Forerunner Shield World, then either we are pretty safe until we get closer...or we are in deep trouble, which we would have seen by now. This is an ONI ship, it's supposed to be hard to see on sensors, which means we might have not even been noticed. And we can't stay at red alert forever..."
Fireteam Ra returns to the bridge, well armed this time. Admiral Faye pretends not to notice them for a moment as she activates the ship intercom. "Stand down to yellow alert, all stations report combat readiness." She finally turns around to look at the Spartans. "Well, you heard me, get that rocket launcher off my bridge! What are we doing, fighting a space war through the window? Shoo! Savaymin, keep staying. And someone shut up those alarms!"

"Let us obe off then." Greggory's words triggered the Nautolan. "Race you to it!" Olu exclaimed, bolting towards his starfighter. Closing the distance, he leapt towards the open cockpit, only to facepalm righ on cockpit's glass, R7 having shut the cockpit as soon as Olu was about to land inside.

Sliding off the glass with a squidging noise, the Nautolan instantly propped himself up. "R7! Get your nails together! You almost killed me!" Olu yelled at his droid whom had opened the cockpit once more, only to shut it down once again as Olu came close to it. "R7, this is a race! No time for jokes!" This caused the droid to open the glaas once more, only to once more close it as Olu was about to get in.

With R7 beeping out a robotic cackle, the glass roof finally opened completely, and Olu quickly leaped in, strapping himself in tight and equipping the headset. He flicked and pushed certain buttons, immediately taking off. Exiting the hangar, he directed the starfighter towards the direction of the anomaly. "I've entered the coordinates. Take us into hyperspace, R7." Olu grinned, turning the knob on his headset. "I wonder if you're still as slow as a Hutt, Master Wick.~" Clicking his microphone off, Olu felt his ship suddenly jerk. "R7! I said Hyperspace! Not reverse thrusters!" With that, the droid set off into another robotic cackle, leaving Olu to fret manually with the controls.

No sooner did Greggory call for a radio check did he hear Master Bumdoa wailing at his droid, "R7! I said Hyperspace! Not reverse thrusters!" Chuckling Master Wick peered over to a screen and said, "Thank you R5, for being an obedient astromech." to which the droid let out a few quiet clicks and some text appeared on the screen. Then speaking into his radio Greggory said, "Well Master Bumdoa, while I may be slow, at the very least I'm moving forward. Don't be too far behind Wrenu. R5, if you may."

Whirling away R5-G5 assisted Greggory with docking into the hyperspace-ring required by Jedi fighters, and then calculating the jump that would send them to the anomaly. In but a few moments Greggory's ship was gone into hyperspace.

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The two Jedi Starfighters dock with their hyperspace rings...with varying degrees of smoothness...and both they and the Jedi cruiser flash into hyperspace with the cruiser pilots chuckling to each other and going into hyperspace at virtually the same moment as Master Bumdoa, since they didn't have to worry about a hyperspace ring.

A few parsecs off, near the UNSC Solar Winds, they drop out of hyperspace with Master Wick a few seconds ahead of the others, about twelve hundred kilometers behind the foreign ship at about a 145 degree angle, and pointing the opposite direction. The Solar Wind's sensor stealth capabilities are enough to slightly confuse the Jedi ship's sensors...but it isn't exactly trying to be quiet at the moment and is cruising at top speed, and is thus detectable. And of course to anyone who looks out a window, once they get close enough that the massive blue engines don't look like part of the local starfield.

UNSC Solar Winds

The unknown ships dropping out of FTL travel...which bears none of the typical signs and Hawking radiation effect of slipspace...are immediately picked up on the Solar Wind's sensors, a fact which Magellan wastes no time in reporting.
"Admiral, three ships just appeared on our sensors. They seem to have dropped out of FTL travel via some non-slipspace means behind us. Two small fighter-class craft and one larger one...the size of a small frigate, on an initial vector towards our wormhole exit location. Unknown designs, and minimal weapons detected. It seems like a scouting group."
The effect on the Admiral was electric. "Bring us back up to combat alert status and turn the ship around! If they are hostile, we don't want them getting away. Is the slipspace drive up yet?"
"Negative."
"Savaymin! Get the rest of Ra back up here! With their weapons this time! Magellan, get a Longsword squadron scrambled, and power up that experimental tractor beam we got outfitted with! Let's go get a map!"
The alarms...which have only been turned off for about fifteen seconds...turn on again.

Wrenu Tipolan

Waited patiently, if not boringly, for their ship to exit hyperspace. Once they did though, his eyes bulges as he desperately tried to identify the vast ship they had arrived close to. He immediately contacted his master, saying with some fear and awe "Master, did you know this ship was going to be here...I don't recognize any of it's markings or design features from the main Archives..."

I'm sorry team Ra She thinks to herself. All this going back and forth probably irritates them quite a bit. Regardless, the threat is real and imminent this time. Whatever the approaching ship plans on doing, chances are it's not good. However, the ships that they did bring do not seem that intimidating at first glance compared to the ship that they now pilot. This could either be really good, or really bad. However, it's not her place to interpret what this means at the moment. For now she needs to bring her team back to the main bridge in preparation for what comes next. They shouldn't have gotten far, unless they felt the need to run all the way to the armory that is...

Jogging through the Solar winds halls, she intercepts Fire team Ra on their way to the armory. "Hey, Admiral wants us back. We have visitors." She stares at the dude carrying the rocket launcher. "You know what? Do what you think is best. I won't blame you if you decide to keep that with you."
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(Savaymin stays with fire team Ra till she receives specific orders or is put into a situation where she has to make a decision.)

Admiral Magnus

Magnus reviews the infodump in his cabin for a short bit, then leaves his cabin and starts heading for the bridge, opening a comm channel with the ship's adjutant on the way. "Adjutant, tell the bridge to move the ship towards the planet's northern pole. Maintain distance from the planet while en route, and charge a wraith for a stealth recon. Get a scan for Vespene Gas going. And prepare a spec ops dropship for long range deployment. And deploy sensor towers into the rings for perimeter recon."
"Acknowledged, admiral."
The Perelliator begins moving as directed towards the planet's north pole, as sensor tower drop pods fire from the battlecruiser's underside towards the dense ring and the Admiral re-enters the bridge.

Out of hyperspace, Greggory looked over his sensors with a tinge of confusion. "R5, what's..." Looking up the jedi notice something quite strange. Straining his eye with the aid of the force, Master Wick saw what appeared to be a ship, and then over the radio, "Master, did you know this ship was going to be here...I don't recognize any of it's markings or design features from the main Archives..."

Looking over the vessel Greggory said, "I can't say I have Wrenu, we should try to get communications up. Wrenu, try to get in contact with them, maybe their friendly." Taking another moment to look at the strange craft, "Bumboa, we should maintain a defensive formation. A ship that large could have more than a few weapons."

Cinder sighs, annoyed at the tiny amount of information she is privy to, and heavily walks out of the room. She makes her way to the armory, stopping at her locker, and unloads her AGR-14 rifle and a cleaning kit. With an irritated half-smile, she settles onto a bench and tucks one leg up close to her as she begins disassembling and swabbing the weapon down.
It's not like she has anything else to do...
Cinder takes her time, knowing there isn't really a need for her anywhere at the moment; if the admiral needs her, he can send her a com.
Pull this pin, remove this slide, turn that screw, swab, tweak this mechanism...
What could the admiral be thinking right now? Is he debating a strategy? Is he panicking?
Attach this clip, snap that cylinder back into place, slide the piece over...
Even though she cleans at a far slower pace than usual, she absentmindedly finishes all three rifles and her psyblade within a few minutes.
She looks down at her gloved fingers, smeared with grease, then stares at the pile of weapons by her side. Frowning, Cinder wipes off her hands and replaces the rifles and blade emitter in her locker.
After locking it, she sits back on the bench and stares at the ceiling for a bit, lost in thought.

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Below the Perelliator, a small, sleek brown ship soars upwards from one of the industrial complexes the battlecruiser had detected earlier. A com transmission from the small ship is directed at the battlecruiser. Brrring, brrring, hello...

Wrenu Tipolan

"Right Master..." Wrenu said before he moved to do so, rushing to activate the communications and try to send a simple greetings. "Hello Unknown Vessel, this is the Jedi Cruiser Salen-Vardi asking for a reply." He send it out on all of the common channels he could, and then, even a few extra ways he'd personally learned from books he'd read in the Archives.

The Nautolan's vessel exited hyperspace just a few seconds behind Wick, being decently on par with Wrenu's cruiser. He immediately flicked a switch here and there, adjusting his microphone as well. "Negative, I didn't know it would be here. It's an anomaly after all." Olu gently strolled his starfighter near Greggory's, assuming what was a basic defensive formation for the three vessels. He allowed Wrenu to engage the communications, reclining back on his seat. This should be interesting.

"Fireteam Ra, where are you?! Report to the bridge! This is /red/ alert!"

Admiral Faye paced around the bridge, clearly stressed. She approached the glass of the bridge as the ship turned about, facing the three Jedi vessels that just came out of their hyperspace lanes. She pressed her face on the glass, her nose smudging the window. Pantera had never seen such starfighters before, and they truly caught her attention.

"Unknown party of ships is hailing us." Magellan blurted out amongst the constant clacking of keyboards on the consoles from all officers on the bridge. "Patch them through."

*...*

"At least they speak our damn language. Magellan, open a channel."
"Listen here, Salen-Vardi vessel. This is ONI Marathon Cruiser Solar Winds of the UNSC. I am Admiral Pantera Faye. My crew has ventured into an unidentified wormhole that has left us stranded in this very quadrant of space. I ask that you identify yourself completely and inform us on this quadrant of the universe." Pantera then abruptly cut the comms, awaiting a reply. "Status on the tractor beam? I also want all weapon bays loaded and activated. Begin charging the MAC cannons."

UNSC Solar Winds

Fireteam Ra walks back onto the bridge again as she is yelling for them and forms a line once again near the door. Assumedly, Savaymin is among them. And they are still armed.
Magellan nods curtly as she orders the weapons prepped. "Acknowledged, admiral."