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Two days later, Garden IV

Finally. It took some time to clear the Oort cloud, but the system was declared Ancient free and the landings on the planet have commenced. Some of the other ships have deployed plunderers to go scout out other potential landing sites, but the Rear admiral of the Strike fleet had different idea about the primary site. “Asgypus, permission to come aboard?”

“Permission granted, sir. Expecting you in the transport room. XO, take the ship.” Prefect Nyxeris excused himself from the CIC and headed two decks down to the former storage closet, a two by two room with a radio beacon set up for Faira mindjumpers, awaiting the rear admiral.

“Good morning.” he saluted, “What brings you aboard?”

“I think we can greatly speed up the deployment.” Astra said, saluting him off. “Instead of making multiple roadtrips with the Plunderers from and to orbit, it would be much simpler to use the cruiser itself, per your permission.”

“Not sure I follow, the Vanguard flies about as well as an axe, it can’t be used in atmosphere.”

“That’s where I come in. Very simplified, I can negate the effect of gravity on the ship. With minor modifications to the engines and shield systems, this ship will be able to operate in atmosphere under those conditions. We’ll have to ride from orbit down so the engine have time to decelerate, we launch everything you have with equipment, and then we can jump the ship back to orbit. We have practiced this maneuver with our ships, usually it requires the Helm to take on special life support, but I can perform it on my own… for the time period we’ll need.” the rear admiral explained, “the expedition can be deployed in half an hour instead of half a week.”

“If we prepare everything ahead, we can deploy in… about thirty minutes with some reserve? Sounds about right. Can you reliably keep the ship in the air for that time plus extra if something goes wrong? And what kind of shield and engine modifications are we talking about and in what timeframe? MAYBE we could shorten the deployment time if we clamp the dropships to the exterior so they can all launch at the same time, but I’m not too sure about that.”

“No, we’ll need them inside. The modification is temporarily increasing engine output, I believe with atmospheric air around the heatsinks will be much more effective, enough to take care of the extra energy. The other is putting all shield strength to the front quadrant to act as heat shield and fairing for the reentry. The Vanguard has good enough shape and armor to survive it on it’s own, but no need to push our luck. Ship this mass… I can give you forty five minutes, fifty if you cool down the room using life support.” she explained.

“Coldest it gets here are the refrigerated storage bays. -4°C, but we could go a bit lower. The problem is we can’t use the launch bays since the Plunderers don’t have a wheeled undercarriage, so we can only launch two at a time through the forward runways. 24 ships, that’s twelve launches with two minutes in between. 24 minutes to get everyone in the air and some distance from the ship. Doable. Send the modifications to my chief engineer and clear it with admiral Cygnus, if you haven’t already. I’ll spare you the talk with the primarch. When do you reckon this can start?”

“It’s mostly software change, disabling some failsafes and rewriting the shield pattern matrix. I’ll give you that much time easily without the cold room, and should something start to go wrong, we’ll abort and jump right back. Which way to Engineering?” She asked, intending to do the modifications herself.

“Down this hall, take an elevator to deck 8 and board a monorail headed aft. Engineering is one of the stops.” he indicated the route on the deckplan displayed on his tacpad. “Or you could just jump there if that is too mundane. Given what we’re about to do, what isn’t? If that is all, I have a primarch to persuade.”

“That will do. Oh, by the way, feel free to offload non-.essentials. I can’t make the gravity perpendicular to the floor during descend so everything will need to be clamped or strapped.”

Garden IV low orbit, twenty minutes later

Astra was done in two minutes plus travel, the rest of the time was spent preparing the ship, so the cooks didn’t blabber about their utensils flying around everywhere again. The Faira had herself mac booted in the middle of the ship on a disabled part of the monorail to make it as easy on herself as possible. The rest of her suit as well as sleeves from the undersuit were discarded in a maintenance access to allow her body to cool down.

When she was given the green, she radioed to engineering: “alright, execute the shield and engine rewrite.” Once that was confirmed, she crouched down, putting her hands on the steel of the ship. Small tendrils of a mindstorm launched from her fingers, following the monorail like a conduit, spreading into other parts of the ship, until it was completely enveloped. “Deorbit burn!” she radioed over, having the ship quite literally in her grip.

Having the ship already on a retrograde heading, the helmsman executed the maneuver, pushing the engines past the usual safety limits to alter the trajectory quickly enough to put the ship on the correct course. Once the burn was complete, they begun reorienting the ship for reentry. That was something no Narix capital ship helmsman ever wanted to do, under normal circumstances anyway. “Burn complete, error negligible.”

“Alright, now just let it fall, let the gravity do the work. Engineering, monitor the shield power drain and adjust accordingly. When we reach the marker on the descend, prepare to engage full burn on my signal.” Astra ordered as the ship started skimming the atmosphere, judging by the vibration that could be felt in the ship.

“Standing by.” the helmsman confirmed and displayed the upcoming maneuver on his HUD “Talk about pushing the limits.”

“Maybe they should’ve used a Vanguard from the Second, all the extra crew accommodations make the Fifth’s ships heavier than the standards.”

Minutes passed as the ship plummeted towards the planet, revealing more of its natural beauty to the eyes of the external cameras, though the reentry caused a whiteout on most of them. “Mark coming up, burning in T minus ten… five… mark!”

The engines switched to high thrust setting came to life, pushing the ship to its intended path.

At the same time, Astra pulled of a bit of Mindspace trickery reserved for special occasions. The entire ship was taken out of normal space, but not all the way. It somewhat limited the effects of normal space physics on such a body, the rest was Astra’s telekinetic abilities and the engines pushing the ship to slow down. “Coming up over the water body, keep the engines on full thrust. I’m adjusting our course to glide over the land.” The Faira called over, pushing the ship slightly off of the perpendicular descent course. In the next two minutes, she gave the order to cut the engines as she guided the ship into the desired position. “Launch the birds.”

“First pair away, next pair in ninety.” the ATC reported, the pilots agreeing to cut the safety intervals somewhat. The first launch was a little rough, the pilots directing those behind them what to expect as they veered away from the ship to make space for those behind them. Eighteen minutes later, the ATC reported the last pair was away and hangars secured.

“Ready to be back upstairs, admiral.”

“Helm, full thrust, let’s clear the lower atmosphere so the jumpout doesn’t cause too much of a sonic boom. Oh and implosion.” the Faira grinned, huffing air to keep her organs cool.

“Might as well let the native life know we’re coming and mean business.” one of the helmsmen grinned.

“Zip it, you sound like the Relics.” the other shot back. “What’s the target altitude?” Another thing one usually didn’t hear in a Vanguard.

“Judging by the atmosphere density, about twenty kilometers straight up, but go on a forty-five degree angle to ease up on the gyro’s bearings. Tell me when to jump, orbit coordinates and please make sure nothing is on the target orbit, thanks.” Astra said, falling silent to focus on flying the ship.

“Bloody weekend soldiers from Third are in the way.” the sensors officer warned, comms already clearing the Discoveries away from the set jump point.

“Approaching target altitude, sixty seconds.”

“Target orbit clear.”

Counting down in her head, Astra smirked when she reached zero exactly when the Helm told her to jump. Reaching out with her senses, she lifted the Vanguard into Mindspace, and after brief travel the ship emerged on the target orbit. “Jump complete. Please return your headsets to your attendant as you deplane. Thank you for traveling with Faira State Spacelines.”

“Never done that, not about to start. A free headset is always useful.” Nyxeris quipped. “That was great, let’s do it again just to show off! And as a friendly reminder, this is the first time a Narix warship has gone into atmosphere. The NSS Legionnaire doesn’t count, that didn’t live to tell the tale. On a more light-hearted note, also the first instance of use of mindspace that didn’t turn the kitchens into bombsites. We’ve just gone down in history. Let’s revert the Asgypus back to its original setup and maybe get the rear admiral a bed?”

“Uuuh, sir? She already jumped herself back to the Longbow without missing a beat. I think she’s doing fine.”

“That was an interesting exercise. Now, XO, start organizing the deployment of the Marines as landing zones are established.” Astra told the chieftain, giving him the ship and heading to the Morale sector to cool off her head.
Exodus - Faira Nebula jump node, three days later

The engineer raised an eyebrow in surprise when, upon the shields activation, his instruments indicated numbers that would normally be considered the far red zone. “Good thing we thought to gut the ships and replace the entire power grid.”

The Fifth’s ships were now speckled with shield projectors in hexagonal covers, likely souring the ships’ appearance even further to the Faira. Perhaps worse off of the fleet were the Privateer-class, that had to have their aft dorsal and only ventral 2 meter turrets removed to make space for the shield projectors.

“Command, engineering. All’s well back here.”

The primarch received the message and opened a channel to the commander of the Faira Home Fleet. “Admiral Sola, this is the NSS Latanos. We are ready to go through. Are we clear to proceed?” Though the jump would take about two hours, arriving unannounced could lead to problems.

The message took quite some time to arrive, and when it did, it was quite distorted. “All clear, Primarch. Your escort is standing by at the node exit, in case your shields fail during the transport. We recommend not using the synchrodrive this time, it would be a mess to find you all in case of a desync. I am forwarding a list of ships waiting for you, assign your ships to them by matching class. If their shields fail, our ships will cover for them until they repair theirs. Well… travel safely.” the admiral said with not much confidence.

“Well she knows how to inspire confidence in the troops.” a sensors officer grumbled as the jump windows swallowed the Narix ships.

Faira Nebula, two hours later

“Ladies and gentlemen, the fanatics were right after all - we’ve found the Void.” one of the helmsmen said with a great deal of sarcasm upon reaching the Nebula, momentarily forgetting the presence of several Faira on the deck. The fleet broke formation, each ship seeking the Faira ships that were assigned to them.

“All safely through and all drives ready. Admiral Sola, we may begin once we get at least 2500 meters from the node.”

“Very well, Primarch. I am sending data on the already explored parts of the Nebula, as well as a meteorological software that might give you some warning about an impending neutron flare or a particularly strong gust of wind in the nebula gas. If you hear it blaring, drop everything and crash jump. Familiarize your helm with the sound, there might not be time to give the order. I will leave deploying your ships for maximum sensor coverage to you. The areas the Steadfast group will scan are already marked as explored. The Eternal group is going to be standing by at the node, which is our emergency rally point for this operation. Should you have any trouble, attempt to jump there. Failing that, a ship form the Eternal group will be ready to assist on moments notice. Good luck.” The admiral signed off, her own battlegroup anchored near the civilian fleet also marked on the TacMap, along with an asteroid belt where Faira’Erea used to orbit.

“Right, I immediately see the expected sensor coverage problem.” the sensor officer called, “Range has gone down by about 40%, navigation is going to be a mess. Subspace sensors are completely useless, If I tried to filter the noise out, the DSP would wipe any signatures as well. I trust the good lieutenant and her peers will keep us safe, since you know best what to expect.” he noted, turning to Farsa with an encouraging gesture.

“Do not push the engines. Twice the speed of light is perfectly fine, it will give me more time to feel the path ahead and it will generate less turbulences behind us. It will rattle enough as is.” Farsa said, leaning back in her chair and sinking into a mindspace trance, only allowing Euris to communicate with her telepathically, needing complete focus. “We are good to go.” the latter reported, plotting the Latanos’ course on the map.

“Very well then, others have gone. Let’s not lag behind.”

A subspace window formed and swallowed the ship whole. Intrasystem travel that took more than four seconds was odd at first, but none of the crew had given it much thought, too occupied with bracing themselves lest they be swept off their feet. Still, it was better than when they first tried the slaved drives.

Exit was a little worse, the helmsmen having their hands full for a few seconds to counter the unexpected drift on exit. After a few jumps, they would get the hang of it.

“Sensors, anything?” Farsa said from her station, sounding slow and weak. “I can barely see a light minute in this area.”

Euris grunted from her console: “Zilch, just like everywhere else in this forsaken land.”

“Engineering, the shield just took a massive hit from the lightning and dropped 60%. I could really use more power, do we need to run all of the engines, considering we are not going full gas?” Omicri radioed in, sounding displeased.

“We could lose the secondaries and number two main if it would help. If you need more, disable life support in storage and hangars with prior warning.” the primarch replied. “We’ll wait for the drives to fully cool down before making our next jump, the extra jump might come handy here. Engineering, be ready to restart the Number two main if we need it. Helm, jump when the drives are ready.”

“Drive output modified, we are running without main two. Aux are still running, shield recharge boosted to maximum the conduits can handle.” Omicri called over, “Adept, should we shut down the hangars anyway and decrease the output of the plant to be on the safe side?” she asked the home field engineer.

“Leave the hangars for now, have the power section shut down the storage bays except the refrigerated ones, no need for lights, gravity and ventilation there.” he replied, trusting his Faira colleague to maintain her native technology. Well, semi-native. If they met those the shielding tech truly belonged to, there would be trouble. “Shut down the hangars as soon there’s trouble with the shield though.”

“We can’t shunt any more power into the shield without the pipes melting and liquid voltage flowing freely through the halls is not something I want to clean up.” Omicri grunted, “If we do not have enough power, we just need to raise the output then again.”

“Engineering reports good to go.” Aurigae reported, looking at the TacMap. Their path was taking them to an area the Curious went through once. “Primarch, there used to be strong gales in that area, it is possible some of it will bleed through.”

The primarch nodded. “Helm, you heard. Take that into account on exit. And shipwide seatbelts.”

The ship jumped once more, this time the exit was somewhat better. The XO was right about the gales, as they leaned into the ship with great force.

“Slight X and Z axis drift, compensating.”

“Do you need more engines?”

“We’ll manage.”

“Engineering, how’s the shield and reactor holding up?”

“All taxed but holding, shield, power, engines, gyro is in a twist.” Omicri reported.

“Something’s...” Farsa hissed from her station. She didn’t finish before Euris took over, “Jump! Collision alert, jump, now!” The gales have sent one of the asteroids from its orbit.

Both helmsmen uttered quiet curses of the largest caliber and the ship lurched forward as it jumped. Exit was the worst the ship has ever seen, more akin to a jump drive failure. The cruiser emerged spinning in two axes and the maneuvering gyros strained to bring the ship back under control. Most unsecured things and crew were sent flying.

“Oracle, are we safe here?”

“Terribly sorry about that, this place doesn’t take kindly to crash jumps.” one of the helmsmen called over his shoulder, “Navigation, mind telling us where we are?”

“Not the node, I’ll tell you that much.” the officer sunk into his instruments for a moment before turning back to face the command crew. “Almost halfway across the system, the fuck happened here?”

“Ah, sorry, my bad.” Euris pipped from her station, “Training kicked in, I plotted in a rendezvous point alright, the standard one rather than the node. If you’ll look to the right, you’ll see the Civilian fleet.
I already informed the Sentinel about the hiccup before they started warming the cannons, they are asking if we need repairs. They also packaged in data form the other patrols, adding to TacMap.”

“We’re mostly here.” Omicri reported, “The drive will need to cool down and I think Swarmer two didn’t come out of the jump with us, but we seem to be fine otherwise. Shield had some time to recharge and is holding on full power and this area is stable, we’re safe.”

“How did we lose a Swarmer?” the gunnery officer asked in resignation, “You do realize this ship doesn’t have many of those, yes?”

“Give me a… aha, the logs report a power surge that likely set off one of the missiles, causing secondary explosion of the entire load. Maybe we should put the turrets into loading position until we need them?” the engineer theorized, “Won’t know for sure until I see it from the outside, might as well be a diagnostic system malfunction though. In either case it’s not responding to controls. I’ll send a DC Team to have a look. Other than that, we have to stow every tool and crewman again down here.” the engineer grunted.

“Damn it, that shouldn’t happen. Starboard fore batteries, was that swarmer armed?”

“Affirmative sir, we armed it se soon as we saw the asteroid on screen.”

“Right, safeties on, those disconnect the firing mechanism, that should prevent that in the future. And stowing everything is a matter of the entire ship.” The Latanos’s cooks were getting fairly annoyed at the notion of subspace and Faira together by this point. When those two mixed, the kitchen turned to a mess.

“Pulling them into loading positions just retracts them into the hull, I’d rather not have them go off there. Munitions rack wouldn’t take too kindly to that.”

“If that is all, that is a no with a thank you on the repairs.” the primarch ended that conversation. “Once the drive is cold again, resume our patrol. Any other ships encounter problems?”

“The privateers are getting tossed a lot in the gales.” Aurigae read from the reports, “The Sharlatan has suffered a complete power failure and was towed to Exodus for repairs by the Eternal. No casualties. The oracle assigned to the Hama is a trainee for a vessel of that size, so they are getting rather rattled in FTL, I’m sending them the cookbook we are using. They are reporting surges over the ship as well.”

“It might be the new power distribution system. Our knockoff mystery goo only has the conducting part, not the capacitor function. It might have been a stabilizing feature. Maybe we should install surge arrestors to key systems once we finish here, at least until we get that sludge right.” Omicri suggested.

“Primarch? We have not received anything from the Independence since they left. Displaying their patrol route now.” Aurigae noted, putting up the path on TacMap. By this time, the Independence’s patrol would have been taking them between the asteroid belt and the star. “Hmh, could be nothing but interference, that close to the star is still okay even for a Privateer, but their commsystems might not be able to punch through. Should we notify the Eternal to investigate?”

“If they can spare the time, yes. If they ran into trouble here, the Privateer’s ability to hop around might cause more harm than good, as we’ve seen. The loss of the Sharlatan also leaves us without our most experienced frigate crew.”

“No spontaneously exploding turrets?” the gunnery officer wanted to know. “If that’s something that happens often, I’d rather have someone pour over it before such a power spike hits one of our nukes.”

“Might want to unload them. If the problem is in the conduits, I can not guarantee no surge. They are built sturdier than the swarmer rockets though, so it should not trigger them. A hot enough arc might melt through the containing vessels though, I’d rather not have to decontaminate the ship. Next time somebody wants to slapjob a new system onto an existing design in a hurry no less, we should say no.” Omicri shrugged to the camera.

“The entire Eternal group has been designated SAR, notifying them now.” Aurigae said, sending the message. In a minute the answer came through: “Latanos, Eternal. We can not approach the area. It appears there is a neutron flare happening there. We hope the Independence has already made it through, or at least managed to crash jump. I don’t think even a Meteor or Warlord could survive getting hit by that.”

“I did protest this alien shit on my ship, you try arguing with him.” Adaris whispered to Omicri off comms.

“Damn it, Erixa was known for taking unnecessary risks. Too curious for his own good, and his crew.” the primarch growled. “Nothing we can do for them now. Ask them if they can jump a few waypoints ahead and see if they made it through before the worst of it. I’d like to avoid such trouble in the future. Sensors and oracles on high alert. Engineering, are we ready to jump?”

“Thirty seconds. I am going to focus on maintaining the power grid myself. Hopefully that’s enough.”

A week later, Faira’Dea morale sector

“Damn it all to a black hole!” Farsa growled at the table where the Curious crew was having their reunion. The Civilian fleet has become all but home to the Fifth fleet and Vanguard as well. Yesterday the last sector was finally scanned, only for no new jump node to be discovered. Add to that the loss of the NSS Independence, vanishing without a trace, and the loss of everyone on board the ECR Seer, the crew’s lives ended in a lightning storm when their shield failed. The ship was pulled back with all of it’s systems fired beyond repair. “All this and nothing!”

“This is really a miserable week. The upgrades to the Curious have backfired, not even the upgraded reactors can reliably power that thing, and that is without the other main gun. We’ll be lucky to get it moving this month. On top of that, we need to re-equip the fifth again with safer power distribution system.” Astra groaned.

“Do we really have nowhere to go? Have we looked everywhere? Perhaps some recalibration in the sensors…” Omicri suggested, but sounded defeated.

“Well…” Aurigae pipped up, “There are hollow places between the spherical zones where we looked in the Nebula.”

“But a node is a lear vortex or tunnel if you will in the fabric of mindspace. We have covered the nebula in a pattern that it would have intersected another area if it lead outside of the system. And we can not possibly explore closer to the neutron star, that’s suicide. At least, not until the Singularity is finished in, oh, a couple of decades.” Farsa thrown her arms up.

“Yes, but what do we have to lose? All those ships and nowhere for them to go?”

Astra nodded slowly: “Maybe you’re right. We should go over all of the systems with a fine comb. If nothing else, some of the unknown wreckage could have given us a slip. And we should scan Naris in high detail as well, maybe there is an Ancient ship landed there as well. And there is just the person that we need to talk to.” she nodded towards Libra who has just arrived, having been called home to an assembly of the entire admiralty.

The Faira were not the only ones whose mood was approaching the freezing point. Even the Narix National Newscast couldn’t find even the tiniest shred of good news in the fruitless exploration of the Nebula and the loss of the Independence. All but the most optimistic or emotionless individuals of the Fifth have sunken into resigned melancholy, a state that has even infected the Alchemist.

Not only was Runa tasked with letting the families of the Independence’s crew, OEP personnel included, know their loved ones have vanished without a trace amidst a neutron flare, now everyone knew it was all for nought. She couldn’t help but think about a question admiral Cygnus asked some time ago: “If we are stuck in this region of space, what future is there then?” Those thoughts were immediately followed by what she thought of at the time that question was asked: ”An inevitable war over the remaining resources that would allow the victors to endure for a few more years before their unavoidable death.” As more of the nebula was explored without finding anything, she found herself more and more often in such a gloomy mindset. The invitation to travel to the Nebula was almost a salvation. But as she agreed to going, her gaze fell upon the NSS Independence memorial aboard the Alchemist. Since then, she’s been going through dried meat at a rather rapid rate in a futile attempt to ward off her worries about traversing the Nebula. She must have been an amusing sight to the Faira.

“Admiral! Ambassador! A moment!” Astra called over, the Curious’ crew forming a small hush hush circle around the two, with Astra explaining Aurigae’s thoughts to them. “That is going to require a lot of ships, and we have them all lying around doing… what exactly? Guarding against ancients that didn’t show up from within the system in a week, and there is no way for them to arrive form without. None of us are an admiral, we don’t have a voice in the assembly, could you-”

“Done.” Libra said with a nod, “I think I can get all the civ admirals on board with this, and I’m sure admiral Cygnus will join as well. That’s still a tie, the civ admirals only count for one voice… hm…” Libra scratched her chin in thought.

“Didn’t the Nightmares of Terminus only show up AFTER we baited them out?” Runa inquired. “Can we be sure there are no more hibernating anywhere around? And how much do we know about their jump drives? A month ago, mounting subspace motivators onto a fighter and powering them to make the jump was considered impossible among my people. Who’s to say just because we can’t get out that they can’t get in?” She knew a civilian’s opinion wouldn’t hold much water, but keeping silent could be way worse.

“There is no jump node. Not a weak one, not a young one, not a collapsed one like in Terminus. Nothing, just turmoil that would shatter any ship we have.” Farsa moped.

“All the more reason to look.” Astra said, “The Demon managed to hide from us just by staying cold in a concentration of rocks, pretending to be one. If we can find the Ancients and get a jump on them before they activate, all the better, but I am mostly hoping for another vessel of the unknowns, we can not breathe life into the computers of the wreck in Terminus no matter how hard we try, but their tech beats out even the Ancients in the area of subspace. If there is hope, I think it lies with them… Or generational ships, but we are not that desperate yet.” Astra explained.

“So, what is it you’ve came up with? Go over all five systems again, but more thoroughly and looking for wreckage instead of jump nodes? That could work, how can I help? We have the First Fleet dedicated to Naris, I think its 132 ships and their strike craft shouldn’t have much trouble going through the system. We could enlist the help of civilians if we get desperate. As things stand, the Fifth is, barely, our only fleet capable of navigating the Nebula. To be precise, twel- eleven ships of the Fifth. That leaves 66 ships of the Second and twelve Guardians from the Fifth to help scour Exodus, Opportunity and Terminus. Unless you can cover the Nebula by yourselves, which would free up the rest of the Fifth and allow us to start right away since the power grid refits could wait.”

“Details can wait until we have an approval for the operation. We’ll need the Meteors and the Comets for the nebula, the rest can not get into the most hazardous zones, that includes slapjob shielded Warlords. The rest we should send out to Terminus, there is the largest chance of finding more of the Unknowns there.” Astra noted, “Just put the idea in their heads.”

“You forget commander, you have been ordered to attend. You may be able to convince them personally.” Libra said, “Speaking of which, we should go, put that Narix swill down, it doesn’t help us feel any less gloomy.”

“Tastes great though.”

Faira’Dea; Assembly hall

It took two hours for the Assembly to get through it’s regular stuff, before Astra was called in. To Runa, who was invited to attend as a voice from the other party of the Alliance, it was most likely sleep inducing.

“Moving on, I call forth Commander Astra.” Lira, presiding over the Assembly, called her forth. As she was told, Astra walked into the middle of the semi-circular sitting area, standing in salute briefly until she was relieved. She then delivered reports on the research into the Ancient jump drives and the systems of the unknown ship. “As you can see, despite the research providing a tremendous advance in our understanding of Mindspace, it puts us no closer to leaving the local cluster. The only possible route encountered is a collapsed node in Terminus, which we are no closer to stabilizing, despite the successful development of an intrasystem jump gate. Which is why I ask the Assembly to spare every ship we can to search for more relics of the unknown race, including the Home fleet.”

There was quite some murmur, including some disapproval form two of the civilian admirals - obviously Libra couldn’t get everyone on board. Astra looked towards Runa in hopes.

There appeared to be some disagreeing voices. Could she say something? Should she speak up? Talking out of order at such a gathering could at the very least be perceived as rude. Why didn’t she ask Libra about this? She cursed her broken composure since she entered the Nebula. How was she supposed to work like this? Then she caught Astra’s gaze. Though she still wasn’t particularly good at reading Faira body language and facial expressions, in part thanks to the suits, the look on the commander’s face almost looked like a plead for help.

Seeing that nobody was speaking to the assembly as a whole, Runa stood up, clearing her throat to alert the buzzing assembly. “If I may, I’d like to point out that, to my knowledge, neither side has put forward any suggestions regarding our next course of action. While it may not be the best course to take, it’s the only one we have so far that doesn’t have our fleets sitting on their hands doing nothing. Following the loss of the Independence, the Republican Starfleet has 221 warships, 120 science ships and countless dropships capable of reconnaissance at its disposal. In two or three days, most of these could be sweeping our systems for anything that could help us. Aided by your fleets, if there is anything of note in these few systems we inhabit, finding it would be a matter of weeks at most given such a concentrated effort.”

“It bears thought. Are you speaking in definite terms, Ambassador, or can you make that happen on your own word?” a male Faira with a ‘R. Adm. Merkur’ nameplate on his desk shouted over the silence. “If not, I suggest you go make your calls to see if your leaders are actually willing to commit to that. I propose we move to the next item of the meeting.”

At that point, Astra shot the rear admiral a sparkly glance. One could not leave unnoticed that they were the only two Faira any Narix has ever seen to have blue markings.

Lira nodded, seeing the underhanded tactic the civilian admiral used, acting on his foreknowledge of events to come. And wholeheartedly agreed to it. The Assembly has always been divided between the Patrol and the Vanguard, and on the other side the Home and Civilian fleets. And with odd number of voices, was it any wonder it took them hundreds of years to reach out? “The assembly moves to promote Commander Astra to the rank of Rear Admiral as a commanding officer of the newly founded Strike fleet.” And with another admiral settling the tie, we can finally make a decision in one day.

Astra’s mouth dropped. She expected to be given the command of the Singularity, all things considered, but she never thought they would give her the whole fleet to go along with it, rather to be attached to Vanguard. So gobsmacked was she that the admiral had to remind her she had to accept the promotion before they could move forward.

Unaware of the impaired hearing of Faira males, she spoke in her normal tone. “I am but a humble civil servant, rear admiral. However, none of us wish to be stuck here forever. Both lord-commander Zorea and primarch Ascari have already pushed for thorough exploration, as have two out of three military and all three industry councilors.” Though Runa was not aware of the faira political predicament, it was exactly for that reason the council was established with nine members. “Had I not been invited here, It’s likely I would have been waiting for rear admiral Libra’s return with orders to discuss a similar proposal anyway. If your side agrees to it, there is nothing standing in the way of enacting this plan, maybe outside of getting the Fifth out of here.”

The commander’s, or rather the rear admiral’s promotion came unexpectedly. When she was asked to come to the Alchemist, at least the legate telling her had the decency to offer her a seat. And Runa needed it, though Astra was likely made of sterner stuff than she was.

“I accept. What is the build plan? The Singularity itself will not be ready for a while now.” Astra inquired.

“The build orders have already been delivered to the Faira’Karte.” Merkur answered, “The Singularity will, in the interim, act as a flag ship once it is complete, with a slightly expanded assets to a normal fleet lead by a Meteor class due to the Strike fleet’s combat orientation. Six corvettes and two cruisers in the Singularity’s group, and three frigate groups with three corvettes and six cruisers each.”

As if the sparkle in Astra’s eyes could get any bigger. She would command the - one day - largest fleet of them all? An honest to stars battle fleet?

“Until the Strike fleet’s destroyer is complete.”

At this point the fresh admiral was ready to faint, if they physiology allowed for it. Of course, she understood. She was an Ascendant. She was the logical choice.

Lira then picked up: “You need to start picking your personnel immediately. You can choose from the reserves, train new crews, or pick from Narix volunteers. Now, returning to the previous point-”

“The strike fleet stands for the proposal. Ambassador, please convey the decision to your government.” Astra finished with a tug of smile on her mouth as an attendant came to swap out her insignia.

Back in break room

“No… way!” Libra hollered as soon as the door closed beyond them. “I was out of the Assembly for too long it seems, how did I not know about this?!” She said as she tackled Astra in a hug.

“Congratulations comm- rear admiral, sorry.” The ambassador chose to keep her distance out of respect. “If the Nightmares were scared to come out before, I can’t imagine what they’ll do when this news reaches them. You truly received no indication of this, either of you?”

“Thank you. I knew the Singularity would be my ship, I’m the only one capable of interfacing with it’s control systems. But the promotion? No, not really.” Astra explained.

“A PROWHAT?!” The Curious’ crew roared as one as they overheard them as they overheard the approaching trio.

“Somebody’s handing out ranks and we weren’t told?”

“You know what that calls for?”

“NO! No more drinking with you, I still remember the night after the Demon blew up all too well”

“Lucky, you, I don’t.”

“You two are weak.”

“So, what do we call you now? Rear admiral, fleet admiral?”

“And where’s the fleet?”

The break room was filled with a cacophony of voices, questions and words of congratulations.

“Actually, that makes me wonder: Does your fleet have any traditions related to promotions, official or unofficial?”

“Or do you follow the school of lord-commander Eudorian and turn into an android upon reaching the top ranks?” someone jested.

“We go back to work!” Libra and Astra shouted over the cacophony as one. “That said, I do have some opening. A Lot of openings. No ships to put you all on yet, but you can start on training for the equipment. Shoot, I need to create all the simulation programmes for the new classes.” Astra facepalmed.

“Said openings free for all of the Alliance to fill, courtesy of a mountain of paperwork and talking by yours truly.” She pointed to herself and Runa, “You are as of today allowed to ask for a citizenship in our nation and eligible for service. I believe the rear admiral will have a list of vacancies posted on the FleetNet tomorrow?”

There was an excited buzz among the Narix in the crowd.

“Oh no.” Runa half-complained, half-laughed. “I want to sleep when I get back. I haven’t been able to get a good rest since I came here. And that’s just the transfer papers, not to mention the citizenship paperwork. And how many people will be interested. And the public reaction to people getting Faira citizenship, that’s a big unknown. Woe is me and everyone involved. I’d better get on the first transport back to Opportunity so I can sleep a little before it starts.”

“Do you not have any other ambassador?” Aurigae asked, “Perhaps you should ask for citizenship first and give up your old. We do not slavedrive like that… anywhere but in Vanguard fleet.” she snickered, earning a chorus of eyes and raised glasses.

“Words to live by.” Libra said, grabbing one of the glasses to try herself.

“We do, I just happen to be the head of it all. You’re right, I need a vacation.” Runa herself reached for a glass. “I am afraid I will have to reject that offer, I am perfectly happy with my current citizenship, but nothing is without its cons. For example, you were right, this system is, as I heard someone put it, an acquired taste.”

“So, rear admiral,” Runa switched to another topic, secretly hoping both heads bearing that rank would turn, “What’s your first step among the top tier? Designing your own ship? Wait, you’ve done that already. There’s no stopping you, is it?”

“None of them have figured it out yet? Stars, they are all a little bit Ascari, aren’t they?” Astra smirked, causing Libra to facepalm: “No, none of them can think and associate faster than ten of their peers combined. None of us can either, in fact. Stop benchmarking people to yourself, you know you’re the abnormal case here.”

“Figured what out, your status of an ascendant? Can’t see how that would be related to your next immediate actions as the commander of a newly founded, yet unformed fleet.”

“It is related to everything they have me do really. I can fold mindspace the best of us, so what I need to prioritize is researching into artificial jump nodes. Hence why I need all the data on the Relic jump drives, or better yet their knowledge library. They seem to beat even the Ancients in that game. Failing that, try, try, try again on my own, but I won’t rest until I get us out of here or all the stars go dark.” The rear admiral said darkly. “Being a fleet commander will always be secondary to that. The rest of the admiralty won’t have it otherwise. Hence why I think they only promoted me to the junior rank despite giving me an entire fleet.”

“If that’s the case, why give you a full battle fleet instead of maybe a Comet, some Pulsars and a load of Nebulae to fulfill the purpose of science vessels? Barring the fact that, if I understand it correctly, you’re the only one that can utilize The Mom properly.”

“Well, a large crew is able to utilize it properly, although not with such efficiency. Also, ‘The Mom’?” Libra raised an eyeridge at the nickname. “Honestly, this freak designed an interface that would basically integrate her organism into the ship. How long did you say for getting in and out? A week?”

“Give or take.”

“Mom stands for ‘Mother of missiles’. It’s what the construction workers have taken to calling it due to its shape. And I can’t help but hear my civilian mind screaming ‘design flaw’ at the mention of that. What exactly do you intend to do if you have to abandon ship? Jump yourself away with a part of it?”

“If that ship falls, we have nothing to stop whatever killed it. I wouldn’t pay that much thought, since in that scenario we are done for.” Omicri grunted, “With the latest package of upgrades the Comma- Rear admiral issued, the survivability of the hull has gone to the same numbers as the shield, effectively doubling it’s durability.”

“Yeeees, although I would be interested in hearing more about a certain project beginning with H.” Libra whispered to Runa.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think the Seer and the independence were shot out of the sky by a hostile force. To our knowledge, their untimely ends were caused by malfunction and bad timing respectively. Who‘s to say the Singularity can’t go up in flames due to engineering errors or other hazards?”

“Testing before deployment, what do you think, that I am going to entangle myself in a deathtrap of my own design? Give us some credit.” Astra growled.

She leaned toward Libra, lowering her voice. “And how would you know about that, pray tell? I have only been told two days ago. I assume you’re referring to Project 4201?” The designations their military could come up with were sometimes more otherworldly than the Faira. What was wrong about calling it the Halcyon as it would be, if ever adopted, known anyway?

“The bastard child of the Warlord and the Singularity. So far it’s only a paper design, mean to to be able to engage the likes of the Demon-class and come out intact. Given that ship’s armor, some were worried the Warlord might not cut it. And with the Singularity being built in our backyard, people started taking notes.”

“Well, word bleeds through, even if I wasn’t asked for research files on the Singularity’s shielding system and to consult for it’s application.” Libra smirked. “I just asked Minister Ertanax directly. We’re happy to provide the notes, it will go much more quickly if secrecy is dropped at least on the command level.”

“I don’t think it was not kept secret to keep it from you, but rather because we still don’t know if we want to build this thing. If we told you about every such project we had in the past decade, you’d refuse to even let me on board no later than day two. But since they told me, I guess there is hope for it yet. If you want the specifics, I could ask lord-commander Zorea once I get back. Legend has it it would go to his fleet.”

“On the topic of shields, I don’t think you’ve heard the last of that. With the Fifth’s retrofits and all, other fleets will soon want shields too, and not these hurried experiments that are the Fifth’s shields. And with the new fighters using AIs, there are talks of loosening the AI ban, and the military is guaranteed to jump that.”
ECR Enlightenment, Terminus’ comet cloud

“Deploy the drones! All guns fire at will, single on target!” the commander of the faira cruiser scrambled to issue orders as the ship emerged in a particularly dense formation of comets and other chunks of space material. Unlike the larger ships, the Nebula class had a weaker hull not reinforced by the fiber mesh. The drones unclamped and raced to shoot down the rocks that threatened to impact against the hull. At the same time, the shield was evaporating the ice of the comets, soon turning the place into a soup of water vapor and debris. “So much for visual confirmation. It will be an hour before this cloud scatters enough to see through. Oracle, any news?”

“No, ma’am. Dozens upon dozens of small echoes consistent with rocks, but nothing that would indicate a ship or strikecraft.” the oracle reported.

“Oh well, recall the drones and let’s jump to the next location as soon as the drives are cycled. We’re meeting with a Narix scouting party on the next one to share logs. This mess of a place makes transmitting them nigh impossible.”

The Narix frigate has already been waiting by the time the Faira cruiser arrived. Some of the swarmer defensive turrets were still reloading, the hull bore marks of impacts and the dorsal fore turret was split open. A Pillager was circling the ship, unloading spare hull segments to replace the damaged ones. Several Narix engineers flocked around the worst dents with EVA packs, getting their ship in order.

“Enlightenment, Zenith. Good to see you, had any luck on your end so far?” the frigate’s commander sent her static-filled greeting to her Faira comrades. “Hold for transmission, we’ll have to unfuck our main comm array. Give us a few minutes.” the Narix offered an apology, drawing attention to the stump of the Zenith’s transmitter as it was being replaced.

“Zenith, Enlightenment. Your oracle can give us a tether and we can hop aboard, if you’d rather be done with this. Holding otherwise.” the CO answered, directing the comms officer to prepare the data package for download.

“Very well, we’re expecting you in the back of the CIC. Oracle, if you would.” the crew then started to clear the back of the deck to give the Faira some place to jump to.

“Evening. Sorry about the complications, a bigger chunk of rock whacked us over the head upon last jump. Decapitated one of our 2 meters, as you may have seen, and more.” the Narix aspirant greeted them, towering over everyone on the deck. The navigation officer grabbed a 10 by 20 cm data drive and handed it to the visiting Faira.

“Evening, sir. All of our logs since we reached Terminus, including the AWACS Pillagers.”

“Not to worry, Aspirant. We’ve lost a couple of drones ourselves in the last jump. This place is as hostile as they get. Are you heading to the node for repairs?” the CO asked, taking the drive and providing the Narix with their own, so that their navigational data would update and the map could be labeled with areas already scanned. “Since you’re here, I imagine you didn’t have any luck finding our prey either?”

“No, we’ll seal our hull breaches, restore full communications and continue the search. Fortunately, it’s only the turret that’s gone, we’ve saved most of our munitions for when we find the little bastards.” the aspirant shook her head. “Nary a peep, it’s like they’re made of smoke and mirrors. Eh, it just doesn’t feel right, how could eight ships just disappear like that. It’s possible they are laying in wait in the asteroid field, latched onto a chunk of rock big enough to hide them. Except as we’ve seen, we can’t stay there long enough to look. Maybe if we grabbed one of the two-seater jump bombers, put an oracle into the co-pilot seat and have them take a look?”

“No thanks, I like being in one piece. I’m not getting into those deathtraps.” the Oracle snorted from her station.

“I agree, we need a better detection method, but what can we do? Fighters are too small to detect to most shipboard oracles and the Marine oracles do not have the range. Our engineer is thinking of using large drone patrols to search for engine signatures, the adjustments to their sensors and AI would only take few days. But it’S two days we could be mapping the Nebula.” the Co frowned, not quite sure what to do. “Any word from other ships?”

She shook her head. “Naris and Equinox have completed their patrols and returned to the node. They’ll refuel and run their course again. The Halberdier reported all clear about an hour ago and then went silent, but we’re still reading their IFF and thermal signature from all the way out there. Oracle didn’t note anything odd either. They’ve not moved for the past twenty minutes, maybe they are in a similar situation to us. Since you’re asking, I assume it’s the same with you?”

“Pretty much. The Explorer group only has six cruisers to send out, and with the OEP we’re all in all short on Oracles that have a chance of spotting the little insects. What yo say is worrying though, surely the Lord-Commander would have sent someone to investigate already and take inventory of spare parts that would have been needed to deliver?” the CO inquired, not really comfortable with the thought of being stranded for an hour before someone noticed. She was fairly certain the Admiral would never do that.

“We have received no indication of problems, else they would have called. Between two comm arrays, the subspace array and their strike craft, there’s a slim chance of not being able to contact anyone in time of need. Sensors, how far away is the Halberdier?”

“Some 800 million kilometers in direct distance, no obstructions between us and them.”

“Do we bother them? Mian array reported operational.” the communications officer realized why the commander asked, getting a nod in response.

“Halberdier, Zenith. You’ve not moved for almost half an hour, is there a problem?”

The response took a few seconds. “Zenith, Halberdier, I hope you’re having a better day. We’ve lost contact with one of our Pillagers. We keep pinging them on short-range and have sent the remaining Pillager and two Halberds to run their course with regular reports, but they haven’t found then yet. I’m afraid they might have been hit by a rock and lost propulsion or power, or worse.”

“Damn it, we need to lure them out. We could be looking for them in this comet cloud for decades!” the CO exasperated, “But last time they came to check us out and we sent them home in body bags, no way they’ll just jump us. They would have been on us or the Halberdier already. Why did they jump the Curious in the first place? It couldn’t have been random.” the commander continued their makeshift strategic sesion.

“Well, we can be certain they’re not coming to the node, That’s where both the Explorer and the Ira are parked. Maybe they’re saving fuel? Waiting for someone to come help them? Or the Curious beat the fight out of them, wishful thinking?”

“Perhaps they came to rescue their kin from aboard the derelict?” the gunnery officer offered, “And since we punched them square in the face, they’ll think twice before showing their ugly heads again. If anything, I’m surprised they didn’t jump us before you arrived, we’re a turret down and half our swarmers were empty. A perfect opportunity, really.”

“Yeah, perhaps. I’ll make the call upstairs, see if they might relinquish one of the captured specimen as bait? They have plenty of corpses to study. How in the light did the universe produce something as deformed as them though?” the CO frowned in eternal mystery. “Very well, if you require no more assistance, we best be on our ways, just in case we stumble onto something.”

“Time we moved as well, see you back at the node. Hopefully, all of Halberdier’s crew will join us as well. Stars guide your way.”

ED Explorer, Terminus - Opportunity node

“The theory may have some validity to it, Lieutenant. Good work. I’ll contact the Lord-Commander and we’ll see what we can do. Dismissed.” Cygnus said form her desk without once looking at the Enlightenment's CO, busy as she was. The crews of the faira cruiser along with one of the Narix frigates came up with a genius solution to their predicament really. All that would be required was to get the brainiacs to relinquish their one living specimen of the ancients. Something the rest of the admiralty probably would not be keen on doing, despite the fact that nobody was able to even approach the ancient with an instrument or personally without being killed or destroyed. Even the dead bodies were well beyond anyone’s understanding.

Tapping into the comm suite, she contacted the Ira. “Ira actual, Explorer actual. I assume you have been briefed by the crew of the Zenith on what they cooked up?” she asked, hoping that Zorea might agree with executing this. With the COs of both their attack fleets requesting the specimen, there would be far less naysayers.

“Aye, I have. Don’t you love it when two great minds stumble upon each other? Give them a few decades and they will be sitting in our seats. The problem is getting the specimen AND getting it into position. I hate to call for family favors, but isn’t your daughter your chief scientist? Maybe she could help sway their minds? If that does not work, we could enlist the help of ambassador Taranis, she has a certain way with words.” If the combined efforts of those failed, Zorea would have to admit defeat. Although he despised the idea of having the special activities division raid one’s own bases, it would not be the first time that’s happened in Narix history. But there was no need to bring up that idea just yet.

“Good, you approve of the operation then. I do not know of how much help the Commander can be, as she is not assigned to that project, and I’d hate to have her shame the rest of our collective scientists into giving up the Ancient. The ambassador might be a good help, if she and the Rear Admiral Libra have given up on communicating with these insects. I believe our best bet is to go to them with a good plan though, preferably one that assures the return of the specimen to their hands. The Curious gave them a broken nose, so I think they will be weary of jumping a Faira ship again, much less if they do not have adequate ships available to take it on. Could you spare a Privateer class or a Vanguard for this? I think if we ferry the specimen via ship to the shipwreck, it would look convincingly enough like we want to run some tests on it there. They might jump in for a grab if the target is weak enough ship. We will of course have ships with drives hot and ready to jump to assist.” The Admiral shared the general outline of her plan.

“My thoughts exactly, aside from using the derelict. We’ll use the NSS Naris to get the specimen there and lay in wait. If they swallow the bait, we’ll jump to catch them in crossfire. Worst comes to worst, the Naris can jump away given its drives. As there is so few of your people, its Faira personnel can be offloaded before this mission. First, we have to acquire the bait though. And hope they don’t have a Lucifer hibernating in this system. I’ll call the Alchemist so the ambassador can start cooking up a way to get the beast. Another problem is getting the beast back to the scientists. We cannot guarantee what it will do.”

“It’s hard preparing without knowing what they can and can’t do. Try to imagine yourself in their position. You’ve sent a rescue party to a ship of an old enemy of yours to recover some of your men. But someone’s gotten there first, blown your ships from the sky, routed your surviving fighters and captured your people. And now they return with one of your own to that wreck. What would you do?”

“Honestly, if I was left to my own devices with naught but a few warships for eight thousand years, I would have already put a plasma bolt through my head.” Cygnus snorted, “Can your ship simulate a drive or power failure to give them some extra incentive? I will also jump the Explorer as far out of the system as I can, hopefully they take it as a jump node exit.” Cygnus thought up further. “In any event, the Ancient we have in captivity now has thus far proved unable to break through the containment shield we put it in. A similar cage, if you will, could be constructed in one of the Naris’ cargo holds.”

“Even without said cage, the cargo hold is quite durable. Although if it does break free, the crew will have to do without provisions, munitions and toilet paper until the ancient is subdued, that’s not a happy thought. They could cut engines mid-maneuver to have the ship tumble a bit and increase the core output for a short while. That temperature increase might be enough. For extra effect, they could do so upon exiting subspace, but it would have to be executed carefully.”

“Only if it’s safe, lord-commander. We already lost one Pillager, no need to add a Vanguard. Very well, make the call to the ambassador, I’ll get hasty clearing out my forces to the edges to the system, make them think we think it’s safe. You should stay at the node, just so they do not attempt to break out. We’d never catch them until they made contact with the rest of them, and, well, that isn’t a though I want to entertain.” Cygnus signed off, happy with the Narix putting a competent man in charge. For once.

“Don’t forget the rest of my fleet is currently camped in Opportunity. We won’t let them through. And the Naris is manned by the best frigate crew in my fleet. You could only find better men and women in the First Fleet.” he turned to make the proper arrangements. There was quite an operation in the making, acting, not reacting. Right where they should be.

NSS Naris, Terminus - Opportunity jump node

“For the record, I am SO not okay with this plan.” the Naris’ XO fumed at the sight of a security feed from their cargo hold. “A live Nightmare aboard our ship, are they mad? Let the saps from the Zenith carry this out since it was their damn idea.”

“Stow it, it’s not gonna help. Take solace in knowing they picked us for the job because they thought no one else could hack it.” the CO barked. “NSS Ira, this is the NSS Naris, we are go. Engaging drives in T minus sixty.”

“Received, Naris, stars guide your way.”

“Engineering, is everything prepared?”

“Feint prepared, ready on your go.”

The Naris lurched forward and a subspace window swallowed it. Five seconds later, a subspace window appeared 1000 meters off the ancient wreck. Upon exit, the Naris seemed to have an engine malfunction, firing the forward-right RCS thruster, sending it into a leftward spin.

“Ruse is a go.” the frigate broadcast along with an authentic crisis signal. All that was left now was wait for the Nightmares to come.

They didn’t have to wait for long.


A massive Nightmare ship of destroyer proportions have arrived form subspace on a parallel course. Strangely, the behemoth didn’t open fire itself. Instead, it started spewing wing after wing of fighters and sortied two transports.

“Restore drives, swarmers loose, load frag twins! Helm, heading 3-1-3 inc 1-9, jump when ready!”

“All forces, beast took the bait, we’re pulling out!”

The swarmer turrets spat missile after missile, soon joined by the 750 mm twin turrets ripping into the fighter formations, creating an almost perfect wall of fire behind the frigate, covering its retreat.

Above and to the sides of the Nightmare destroyer, about 1500 meters away, several groups of jump points formed. Soon, the destroyer was besieged from two sides by the First Fleet’s three Vanguards, their fighter and bomber wings appearing not long after. Among them were a few prototypes of the jointly-developed fighters - the Dagger-class interceptors, Halberd-class multirole fighters and Flail-class heavy fighters.

The nightmares would only have seconds before the first salvo of torpedos from the Vanguards, 16 per cruiser, reached the destroyer’s hull.

Far away, at the Terminus - Opportunity jump node, lord-commander Zorea stirred in his seat. Three cruisers against a destroyer. His soldiers on the line and he had to sit at the node and let the battle take its course. But the risk of the Nightmares reaching Opportunity was too great.

Alongside the Vanguards, two Pulsar class corvettes detached form the Explorer group made the jump, with orders to take out the engines on the destroyer as soon as the target data became available. Cygnus had to fight not to jump in the Explorer immediately as she looked at the image of the monster sieging the small Narix ship. But on second look, the ancient destroyer, wherever it was hiding, suffered damage (or was it inflicted as far back as the Great War?), making her hold her own destroyer in reserve after all.

“The bastard jumped! It’s headed for the node! One of it’s heavy plasma cannons made a hit on the Naris’ main engine!” sounded form one of the corvette COs. “Either they are after the Zenith or they are trying to run. Helm, set course for the node. This ends here. Launch the Muons before we jump, have them target the engines again!” As she ordered it was done, the sleek and fast tactical bombers recently developed launching, a pair of them, and jumping ahead of the destroyer.

Terminus-Opportunity jump node

“The fuck was that?”

“Hit to the stern, main drive’s gone!”

The ship rocked violently before it left subspace, nowhere near the jump node it was headed to and far away from the Ira’s protection.

“We’ve jumped short.” the navigation officer called. “Still have about 200 000 kilometers to the node.”

“Reload ATAFs and see if you can sort out the drive.”

“No good, sir.” the chief engineer reported, “Half the engine’s melted, we’ll have to make due with secondaries.”

“Cut power to main gun batteries, just muster enough power to limp back to the node, we can work from there.”

“Incoming!” the sensors officer shouted, his voice a mixture of disbelief, annoyance, fury and dread. “Right on our arse, too.”

The massive warship emerged just a few hundred meters above them, as if trying to pull the frigate close in a hug.

“Crisis, crisis, this is the NSS Naris, our jump drives are down for the moment and we’re in knife range of the Nightmare destroyer. ANy available units, please render assistance.”

A salvo of twelve torpedos was launched, directed at what appeared to a Narix eye to be a fighter bay. The Naris still had twelve more torpedos, but reloading them would take time. The gunnery control officer took the initiative, giving the order to load armor piercing munitions into the 750 mm guns and worked with the dorsal astrogation dome to target any apparent turrets on the destroyer’s belly.

“Naris, Claymore wing!” sounded a Faira voice form the comms suite. “Put yourself on a perpendicular course and go full sublight, we have orders to disable that ship. ETA 30 seconds!” the pilot sounded frightened herself. No wonder, they have ran into the cockpit without so much as proper weapons training for the recently developed craft. Just their luck to have a Faira capsule mounted on them, so neither an AI or a trained Narix pilot could take the job. Fortunately, they at least had the OEPs pilots whispering good stuff in their ears over the comms.

As soon as the bombers came into range, they opened up with the hypervelocity cannons, the rounds punching through the destroyer’s armor and wrecking it’s single engine cluster, causing it to float forward uncontrollably. Seeing the success of the cannon, the two bombers retargeted their EMP torpedoes onto the largest turrets they could see, letting loose before veering off course lest they collided with the large ship. “Naris, Claymore lead. Target disabled and the main armaments are disarmed. Hold tight, help is on the way.” they signed off before jumping out, just as the Ancient fighters were closing in on them, effectively drawing them away on the other side of the destroyer form the Narix ship.

“Much appreciated, Claymore.” the comms officer thanked as the ship turned quite nimbly for its size, burning as much as its crippled drives would allow. With the largest armaments disabled and fighters held mostly at bay by their defenses, the Naris’ commander felt like they might actually live to tell this tale, despite the hammering the ship was going through on the account of the fighters’ primary weapons and several forgotten turrets.

“Sir, we can’t muster enough power to make the whole jump, the secondary motivators have taken a beating when they hit the main drive, though if we disable life support, we’ll do with three hops.”

Throughout the ship, the sound of ventilation died, gravity disengaged and lights switched off in the halls and habitation sections. The Naris broadcast their expected jump points to the rest of the ships involved in hounding their unexpected prey in case the Nightmares didn’t need main drives to jump and executed the first one, slipping away, at least for the time being, from the Nightmare’s grasp once more.

As the Naris ran, the Second Fleet returned in a wedge formation, fighters clamped to the Vanguard’s radiator wings, and let loose another barrage of their main armaments. Space was once more filled with colorful flashes of light as weapons fired and ships fell.

With the Naris safe, it was merely the case of pecking the Ancient destroyer to death and dealing with it’s strikecraft. The first task was about to become a lot easier though, as the Faira destroyer finally arrived. “Explorer to all ships, stand clear of the Ancient destroyer. All guns, engage the main target!” Cygnus called on public channel, and the four P-15s bit savagely into the Ancient warship, gutting it from bow to stern and melting everything in their path. The P-5s have targeted the remaining turrets, blowing them clean off on most accounts. The glows on the ancient ship flickered with the second hit from the Explorer’s main armaments, before the entire ship went up in flames and flashes of nuclear detonation when the torpedoes finally arrived. “All ships, Admiral Cygnus. Return to base if your integrity falls below medium. There is plenty of us to mop up the fighters, let’s all get home alive.”

Turning to her XO, she nodded: “Launch the prototype fighters and drone squadrons A through D.”

“Red wing standing by for launch.” Having the control of his fighter taken away from him for the launch was still something Iris hated. Once out of the bay and with the ship back in his hand, the interceptor took off, seeking the closest thing that in any way resembled a bomber, intent on turning it into several smaller ones. It was much the same with any of his comrades, some even remembering the strafing runs of the Exile Rebellion. Some might’ve found it odd how detached from reality an emotion their voices seemed despite sitting in a metal coffin filled with fuel, ordnance and other combustibles while under fire.

With the destroyer meeting its doom, something changed in the behavior of the remaining Nightmares. Where pilots struggled, suddenly, they came out on top. Even at the node, in the Naris’ cargo bay, the beast struggling to get out of its prison seemed to have lost some of its elan. The crews of the cruisers started to calm down as the tension slowly faded, replaced by collective exhaustion.

Upon hearing the news, lord-commander Zorea finally sat down after pacing around his CIC in circles since the Naris misjumped. Mere days after its hasty formation, the alliance has scored its first major victory. Losing a destroyer was no small defeat to any side he could imagine.

Faira FleetNet News

Terminus secured
Today at 2242, a joint operation conducted by the second fleet and Vanguard fleet elements saw an end to the Ancient threat in the Terminus system. After conducting extensive patrols bearing no fruit, the crews of the NSS Zenith and ECR Enlightenment came up with a scheme to lure the remaining Ancient fighters out. What we expected to be a few fighters turned out to be a destroyer class ship hiding in the comet cloud, now designated Demon. After a brief chase, the Explorer was able to land the killing blow, while the second fleet’s cruisers annihilated it’s fighter complement.

Combat trials of new strikecraft
During the engagements, several new strikecraft prototypes were tested. The fleet has decided to adopt the Electron space superiority fighter and Muon tactical bomber following great performance against the Ancient capital ships and strikecraft. The Antiproton interceptor has been rejected, instead the current Proton drones will take over the interceptor role after slight modifications. The remaining craft designed by the Faira are still undergoing trials.

Jump nodes
There is now confirmation of no system other than the Nebula having a jump node leading outside of our local cluster. The Fifth fleet is now being upgraded at Faira’Karte to be able to assist us in scanning the Nebula for further jump nodes.

Narix national newscast

Awakening
Mere hours ago, lord-commander Zorea’s battlegroup,in conjunction with the Vanguard Fleet, enacted a cunning plan, devised by the command crews of the NSS Zenith and ECR Enlightenment, to hunt down the Nightmare fighters. What was thought to be eight stray fighters turned out to be a Nightmare destroyer, now designated the NID Demon. Despite taking damage, the NSS Naris adapted to the circumstances and helped a wing of Faira pilots disable the destroyer, allowing elements of the Second and Vanguard Fleets to destroy the ship and mop up the remaining fighters. Finally, the Nightmares have been slain and all can wake up and breathe freely again.

Partial field tests successful
While the newly developed bombers have not yet been tested, the council has agreed to adopt the Halberd multirole fighter into service following its retrofit to full atmospheric capability. Further assessment of the Flail heavy fighter is pending to see how it compares to the standing Raider-class. The Dagger interceptor has been rejected, but Ausira Dynamics have announced the stiletto, a civilian two-seater version, will become available early next year.

The Nebula
All eyes now look upon the Faira Nebula as the Fifth Fleet ships are undergoing retrofits at the Faira’Karte that will allow them to survive the harsh environment. The council has not yet made any statement regarding alternative methods of reaching distant stars should no jump nodes be discovered.
One day after alliance formation


“NSS Ira, ECR Durable. requesting permission to traverse the Opportunity - Naris jump node. Sending the dispatch orders for confirmation now.” Lieutenant Val, CO of the cruiser in question, hailed the massive ship parked at the jump node. “Ugly boats, aren’t they? At least the things they call cruisers have a bit of color.” her XO, Specialist Lindos shot from her position helming the ship. “Aye. I hear the girls at Vanguard are calling all Narix ships ‘flattops’. When you see it, it makes sense.”

“How did that ship pass into production?” the Ira’s comms officer wondered out loud. “It looks like something my son would paint.” before sending the transmitted orders for Zorea’s approval.

“Durable, this is the Ira. Cleared to proceed, and welcome to Naris.”

“Copy Ira, we will enter the jump in T-60. Whom do we report to on the other side? I’m told to expect an escort.” Val asked, not yet being given a name of the frigate that was to be their shadow for the duration of their stay. Whatever the name, she could not believe how ugly the ship class was. It looked like somebody kicked it in the chin.

“Received, Durable. The NSS Privateer will be waiting for you on the other side.”

Naris

“ECR Durable, this is the NSS Privateer, adept Lindelt speaking. We’re here to be your guide, as well as make sure you don’t get lost and stumble somewhere you’re not meant to be. Do you need to dock first, or do you wish to start right away?”

“Privateer, Durable. We will be ready to go in ten minutes once our drives cycle. We’ll start our scan here while we wait, no sense wasting time.” Val said, turning around in her seat to point a thumb up to the leader of the oracle team on board. “Did anybody bring a pack of cards?” She grumbled to herself, not noticing her finger still on the transmission control.

“I’ve one right here if you feel like coming aboard to get it. Otherwise, I humbly suggest you handle internal requisition orders on a different frequency.” Lindelt quipped dryly, several chuckling crewmen heard in the background. Who knew the presence of Faira could boost morale?

“EHM! Sorry Privateer, we are commencing our scans now!” Val said a bit quicker and in a higher pitch, earning a chuckle from her XO as well. Fifteen minutes later the scan in the area was completed. “Privateer, Durable. We are sending over a travel plan for your revision. One of the stops takes us to the moon you use as a training base, is that alright by you? We’ll only need four jumps to complete the scan that way, otherwise we will have to do one more, as highlighted by route B.”

“Not an issue, Durable. Proceed according to plan one.” Ignis’ orbit was kind to them, the faira would mostly see a barren desert. Had the moon been 35 degrees ahead, the Durable would’ve been right over the main armor R&D compound. They might still get a glimpse of something, weather on that side of the moon was clear and the base was s hot spot compared to the rest of it. He could now see why the Faira were sent here. Scanning the entire system in four jumps was truly impressive. “We’re ready to jump when you are.”

“Proceed to point two. We’ll wait with the scan until you catch up, just in case something comes up.” Val said, terminating the channel. “Helm, initiate jump. Engineering, best speed, let’s tear their hides.” she said, the grin obvious in her tone.

Waiting for the Faira to jump, the Privateer arrived about three seconds later. “How long did you say your ship needs before it can jump again? Ten minutes, or shorter now? Hold up, what was that, sensors?”

A tiny jump window appeared some 600 meters off the two ships. Nothing happened for ten seconds, then a tiny vessel, about the size of one of the discovery’s crew modules, painted olive green and sporting a massive spherical pod, clearly containing cameras.

“Oh what in the, really?” Lindus hissed, forgetting to switch off the comms, “Who let someone like that have a jump capable ship? Get red section into the tubes and wave them off.”

“Privateer, Durable. Shall we engage EW suite?” Val asked, her tone telling that she has been briefed on what to expect.

“Negative, Durable, hold. Red section, clear for launch.”

Two Marauders shot out form the launch tubes at the frigate’s chin, moving closer to the journalists’ ship, telling them off on a different channel.

“One of the joys of a free state.” Lindelt spat. “Self-professed truthseekers. Note that emblem on their ventral hull. This particular group is known for seeing military black projects in everything. Quite the read, one surely can’t doubt their vivid imaginations. Sadly, they have the right to be here, as we are in a region of space accessible to public.”

One of the fighter pilots joined the conversation. “Sir, they are adamant in their requests to speak with the Faira, no doubt about to ask when they are planning a takeover of our government or somesuch. Do we get more persuasive or let them play sixteen questions?”

“Up to you lieutenant. Fancy meeting our little intruders?” Lindelt asked the faira CO.

“They’ll be sorely disappointed, but I don’t see the harm. We do not like them, yes?” Val asked, wanting to be sure.

“Don’t let me tell you what to think.”

“Then yes, let us form an opinion.”

The pilot sighed. “Now this is something new.” she logged off the channel to talk to the invading journalists before logging back. “I’m bouncing their comms off my fighter to you, lieutenant. You may speak to them through me.”

“Hello, Faira. What’s the reason for your visit?” a new, slightly noisy voice came over.

“ECR Durable to private ship, this is a military channel. Unless you have an emergency, please vacate the frequency.” Val said in a flat and ever so slightly arrogant tone of voice.

“What’s your rush, nothing bad is going to happen here, the First is keeping order, what’s a few questions do? Are you really here just to search for subspace nodes, or is there something more to it? The people want to know the truth!”

“We are here with the knowledge and approval of Narix authorities and command. If you want more information request it on proper channels.”

“We didn’t scramble here to hear their side. We came to hear what you have to say about it. Do you treat your journalists the same way, or is there more to your silence?”

Patching back to the Privateer, Val has had enough: “Would even allowing them to follow us be enough or are they on a hate trip?”

“Damn it, lieutenant, I’m good, but I’m no moron charmer. I don’t know what they’re on, but whatever it is, they’ve done too much of it. Unless you let them stare over your shoulder the entire time, I doubt they’ll be happy.” He knew what he was talking about, his colleagues at the NSS Starlight had the misfortune of having them sent on board. “Red section, feed them a polite story and send them home.”

The small ship turned and jumped away with considerable delay and the pilots turned to land. “Sorry about that, Durable. Twenty years earlier, civilians weren’t even allowed to own spacecraft. Good times. Hope they didn’t leave too big of a stain on our species reputation. Where are you on those scans, anything interesting?”

“Negative Privateer, both on the image and on the scans. We are almost there, couple more minutes. Does this happen often? I can not imagine Admiral Cygnus not giving them a few words.” Val hinted.

“Only whenever we forge an alliance with another intelligent species. Outside of that, they mostly stay on the ground or near Ignis. And I doubt few choice words are going to cut it.” It was clear Lindelt did not know the Faira admiral. “Some of these people got monthlong public service sentences for trespassing private or state property, invasions of privacy, hearsay, you name it. Apparently, spending 16 hours a day cleaning sewers for a month isn’t enough to make one reconsider their ways. But I suppose it could be worse. Rather deal with them than a Nightmare battlegroup. Would you happen to know anything about the derelict our brothers and sisters in arms found together? We’ve seen pictures, but nothing about what they found inside. Any useful tech or something of that sort?”

“They should be sent to help us survey the nebula. If anything can give you ‘nightmares’, that place can. Shield fails, you cook. Navigation fails, you’re lost forever. And don’t get me to the fact that the nebula gas conducts sound. It is one thing to have audio alarms loaded for when the ship’s weapons are firing, it’s another to hear a P-15 tear through something. I swear that weapon sounds like a child screaming.“ Val hinted at what the poor sods in the fifth fleet were getting into. “Hold on, let me share our fleetnet to your ship…”

Faira FleetNet News

Reverse engineering the Great War derelicts
The progress on reverse engineering the technologies of the Unknown race falls behind plan with the hunt for Ancient fighters still being conducted in Terminus, however, several of new technologies are already being reverse engineered and tested.
The first technology encountered by the Marine group were nanofluid conductors. While nanotechnology is employed by our fabricators, manufacturing the nanobatteries necessary for the power storing capabilities has thus far turned difficult.
The armor materials employed by the Unknowns are stronger than what either the Faira or Narix have developed. The material appears to be a non-magnetic nano-engineered crystalline growth with interlinked crystal grids. The material is extremely resistant to kinetic force and moderately resistant to heat and other radiation. The production method thus far eludes us, but our fabricators were able to replicate the crystalline matrix from native materials. With other advances suggested to our armor technologies, we are looking at doubling the survivability rate of our next generation of ships compared to current hardware.
It has proven difficult to hunt down the Nightmare fighters in such a manner that doesn’t result in their total destruction. The main appeal to the admiralty appears to be their miniature jump drives.

“Everything else is beyond my clearance. Did you see the records of that fight though? That little cruiser the Ancients brought could stand up to almost as much as the Corvette. No doubt they are looking into it’s armor as well. There’s also been a lot of hushes in the fleets about the computer systems of the Unknown derelict.”

“Yes, the Lilith class, right? At least it’s easy to tell from its flimsier sibling. Though if a shielded ship managed to get most of its turrets busted, we might be looking at a very grim future. With the volume of fire we can put out, we may be able to do the same to them, but as far as actually crippling the ship an any way, I’m afraid we’ve wasted our resources on the Privateer class. What bothers me is that we haven’t seen any more of them yet. A species so advanced, you’d think they would have caught wind of three of their ships getting destroyed and came to see what happened, but there’s nothing. Why? Think this lance got isolated when the node collapsed?”

“Well, the commander busted her ship trying to ensure they didn’t escape to tell the tale. Perhaps she succeeded and the rest do not know. Or, as we shall soon enough see, maybe there aren’t any more of them left here and they have no way to get to this area of space. We’ll be told when we need to. Anyway, it doesn’t seem the Lilith class is a standard on armor toughness, so there’s that. And considering the superdestroyer we found on our… we found, we are lucky their vessels are not shielded. Now that, that would be a bother. Ready to proceed to point three.”

“I know they attacked first and all, but still, the thought of possibly driving a species extinct… Confirmed, see you at point three.” Lindelt finished, the Privateer departing.

“Us or them, Adept. Us or them. Helm, engage the drive.” Val ordered and the Durable sunk again into the red and white vortex. As they Emerged at point three, Naris prime and it’s Marine filled moon came to view. “Oy, the planet looks like… a wound gone bad.” the XO frowned as she looked at the visualization. “Aye, so much brown, looks like rust.” Val agreed readily. “Any areas you want us to avoid, Adept?”

“The other side of the moon.” He didn’t specify further, as he knew very little himself. “Nothing secret on the - on Naris.”

“We’re concerned about space, Adept. If there is a Jump node close to the surface of the moon, let the Ancients come, more wreckage for us to sift through.” Val said with a smirk.

“In that case, no. Though if what I’ve been told is true and a large number of people in one place can be detrimental to you, you might want to avoid the New Frontiers.” the Privateer sent the coordinates of the orbital complex of stations, berths and ships at Naris high orbit. “And the asteroid belts at the outer edge of the system are full of various mining and security outposts once we get there. Where security is concerned, just the first gas giant. Pardon my curiosity, but how does this ability of yours work?”

“Imagine a parallel universe running along what you would perceive as Normal space.” One of the Oracles answered the question, “Normally inaccessible, due to it’s hostile and violent nature. Take the worst explosion you have ever seen, multiply it by ten and throw in gale force winds. That’s the standard. Now, gravity has a stabilizing effect on that bundle of mess. If one is looking for a ship, you would be trying to look for a slightly calmer spot in the noise. A jump node would, translated to geometry, be basically a tornado in permanent space, usually between two objects of high gravity, stars or gas giants. Same effect on a smaller scale is temporarily generated by in intrasystem jump drive, hence how we are able to tell where a ship is jumping. The Tornado creates a tunnel of relative calm that is safe to travel through, you can even see it on the appearance of the jump corridor. Do not worry about the station or the belt, they are merely a footnotes in what we can sense, if we can sense them at all. That would be more of a speciality for our Marines, but we are nowhere near close enough for their ranges.”

“The Gas giant is actually an object of high concern. If you can give us precise point and a spherical radius or even tighter fit, we can exclude the smallest zone. Not that we would be able to tell anything about it other than ‘there’s something there’, to which you basically just admitted, but eh.” Val noted, “Generally the Oracle needs to have felt a ship class at least several times to distinguish it from the others.”

“You’ll be told what lies there, sooner or later. The gist of it, anyway. Low-ranking commoners like you and I are rarely shown the full picture.” The Durable would then receive three sets of coordinates and their given radii. “Everywhere else is a go. We are certain there are no nodes at those coordinates. The orbit of the gas giant Artorias houses the main shipyards of the Narix Republic. If there was a node, no intrasystem travel could be achieved in a 2500 meter radius around it with Narix drives.”

“That is interesting. I’m certain the engineers in the OEP will figure that one out. Might be something connected to the fact our drives use different channels.” Val shrugged. Some time after the scan of the area finished. “Alright, next one on the list. Will your drive need a cooldown?” the Faira asked.

“As far as intrasystem travel is concerned, the Privateer can jump seven times in a row without suffering any damage to the drives. We’re ready to jump.”

“Alright, one more scan and we’re out of your antennae. Hair. Whatever.” Val said, nodding to the XO to take them through. The last point would take them on a polar orbit perpendicular to Naris’ ecliptic, with their point of emergence right on ‘top’ of the star. “They all look so tiny from up here!” Val smirked, zooming in on the planets with the ship’s telescope, the large celestial bodies little more than specks of light.

“Dead end so far, I assume?” he guessed by the Faira silence. “Here’s hoping for number four, but I’m skeptical. No disrespect to you abilities, but we’ve been over this system at least two times. Granted, eighty years ago and with much worse equipment.”

“Wait a minute. What is…?” the sensors officer perked up in his seat. Reorienting one of the ship’s telescopes at the small object, it revealed a probe. “That wasn’t there eighty years ago.”

“Durable, can you see it? Vector one-three-three inc six eight, range eight thousand.”

“Yes. What is that? It’s moving insanely fast, must have come from outside the system.” Val noted as she took a look at the instruments. “It’s so tiny the Oracles can barely sense it, but with all our minds put together, we just might be able to hold the ship together long enough to jump close enough to make a grab for it, should we?” The Faira asked, deferring to the owners of the system.

“Go get it if you can, lieutenant, but don’t do anything too dangerous. I don’t think it’s ours, I don’t recognise the shape. And given it’s speed, i don’t think it possibly could’ve been launched from this system. Can you take it on board, or should we clear some space? Our cargo bay is mostly empty, you’d have a big margin for error if you jumped it there.”

“I don’t think we can jump it here, we’ll have to go and get it ourselves. Do you want anyone on board for that? It is going to be a bit of a bumpy ride though, fair warning.” the Lieutenant said, her tone slightly challenging, but with an undertone of worry.

“Scrambling two marine technicians to help secure it.” Lindelt sent. “Approach the port side docking ring that matches yours, 5 or 15 meters diameter. We’ll turn the ship to make the airlock face you.”

At the airlock, the two engineers waited for the ships to dock, large bags with various tools at their feet and thruster packs attached to their suits. “Away team standing by.”

“Pressure matched, you’re good to go.” Val said, waiting for the Narix team in the cargo bay. The iris of the airlock opened. She was a bit disappointed that the Patrol fleet got the short end of the stick with the OEP, but now her curiosity was about to be vindicated. Giving the two technicians a salute, she beckoned them to follow. “Hope you brought magboots and pressure suits, we’ll be receiving the object here. Buckle up, there are marine positions here.” she said, taking one of the seats herself, intending to stay with the guests.

The engineers jogged onto the Durable with their stuff slung over their shoulders and arms across their chests in a salute. “Both aboard, suits check, boots check.” the marines secured their equipment in place and took their seats as instructed. Locking their feet to the floor and palms to the harness, they both locked the joints of their suits to keep them as stable as possible.

“Set.”

“Set!”

“How bad is it going to be, sir?” one asked with curiosity rather than worry, although the way the Faira told them to buckle up was a good indication.

“I don’t know, from experience, something like 7 to 9 Gs. But we have a bunch of Oracles to guide us and we were given some extra personnel to make the jumps in case the drive failed for whatever reason so we would finish the job. Between them, even this far out of the system they should be able to smoothen the jump. Here goes!” she said as the chime came in. The ship could be felt accelerating slightly before it sank into the jump window. It started as a bump here and there, but as they went further out of the system, it took a second to go from vibrations through shaking to hits as if the ship crashed into another. Finally with a massive kick, the ship emerged back to normal space. “Ow.” Val groaned, her antennae crushed when her head was rattled around in the helmet. “All crew, report!”

“You know what? I take it all back. No offense, lieutenant, but I no longer feel bad for getting my OEP application denied.” the younger engineer hissed through his teeth as he stood up, leaning against a wall. “Ow. Suit reporting force trauma all over. Nothing but bruises though.”

“Same here. Tools seemed to live to tell the tale.” the other reported. “All jumps can’t be this bad, can they?”

“No. Our ride gets better the stronger gravity field we are in. You would barely feel we jumped in the inner star system. Oracle, where are we in relation to the object?” the CO asked, having received the positive report from the rest of the crew.

“We’re approaching now, set up for zero-g zero-atmo.”

Checking her seals over, she locked her boots to the ground and looked at the Narix technicians in question.

Fastening the toolkits to their suits so they didn’t float off, the engineers switched to closed-circuit breathing, engaged their magboots and gave the lieutenant thumbs up in silence, eager to see what the unknown object held. Finally they would get to see something first instead of the Fifth, and they didn’t have to travel unfathomable distances to do so. And hopefully, they wouldn’t have to fight an ancient species over it either.

The airlock opened after the bay depressurized again, and as the cruiser rose, the object gently floated inside. Raising her arm, the Lieutenant pointed an omni sensor installed in her palm on the object, revealing which branch she came from to command. “It’s… primitive, by any standard. The tech base seems closer to yours than ours, what tech there is, I am mostly guessing form material compositions. There is a large concentration of gold on one point, can you see it?” the LT asked, reading further into the scans.

“What’s this? Year 3675?”

“Pretty much spot on. I think I see the gold.” he pointed to a disc at the side of the craft. “It looks like there are some symbols, but it’s, well, eroded. Maybe it passed through a nebula, or a dust cloud? I can’t make any of it out. Think it still has power? Can’t see any obvious solar panels.”

“This looks like cameras.” the engineer pointed to an assembly mounted on an arm. “Like someone taped a museum to a dish and sent it to space.” he came upon some letters that weren’t worn beyond recognition. “Definitely not ours. And it doesn’t look like any other debris we’ve found, Nightmare or Ancient.”

“Oi, the gold plate is loose. Should I take it off, or do we leave that for later?”

“There’s hardly any propulsion, just maneuvering thrusters really! How did it get here in the time it had in this universe?” Val groaned, unable to crack the mystery, “Navigation, plot the reverse trajectory of the object, see where it meets the closest star, please.” She asked, wanting to see if the Narix didn’t have neighbors. “Be careful. I don’t think there could be anything as sophisticated as a boobytrap on this piece of recyclable waste, but let’s not get cut on something sharp with it’s crude manufacturing...” Val snorted, approaching the object herself.

“Steady as she goes.” he whispered, removing the plaque and leaving it floating beside him. “What do we have here? Lieutenant, does this look at all familiar to you?” he pulled out a golden disc with circular grooves on its face. Upon closer examination, one could see it was actually a spiral, not rings. “There’s another one in there.” he handed the strange disc to the lieutenant. “More of those glyphs, letters, maybe.” he pointed at the center of the disc.

“Huh… there are some pictograms on it, a message perhaps?” Val said, examining the discs. “Should we bother trying to guess what it’s for, or do we just hop on home, give it to the blackyard workers to brain over and go do something fun… huh.” She said as she noticed the engraving matched the looks of a part of the machine. “I think it goes in here. It has no power though and I am a bit skeptical about plugging it in without a thorough documentation on how it works.” she frowned.

“So what now, pack it neatly, finish the survey and drop it off at the Opportunity outpost for someone smarter to lose sleep over? Weird they put all of this extra mass on but neglected to include schematics.”

“You think it might be some kind of a message? Something like “We live here, and this is how to kill us, come quick?” Val snorted. “I am wondering whether we can pack it neatly enough to survive a jump anyway. This thing looks like it would disintegrate if you move around it too quick.”

“CO? I’ve plotted the course. As it is, it would have intersected with a star some hundred fifty thousand years ago.”

“Come again Navigation? My instruments are telling me this is five hundred years old tops.” Val said, surprise on her face.

“I’ve no intent on eradicating a species, but to each their own.” the engineer quipped, “No, I am more interested in what wire connects to what capacitor and for what reason. Since this thing doesn’t have any proper propulsion, it couldn’t have left a stable orbit accidentally. That leads me to think it was supposed to be far away from its point of origin. And if you’re sending something this far out someone may indeed find it one day. Unless religious people are launching satellites now. Can’t speak for other species, but our freaks believe they are alone in the universe.”

“Shows what they know. Hey, lieutenant? What about the immobilizing foam they told us about? Can’t you use that to keep it in one piece during transport?”

“Or we could wait until we get back to the Privateer by sublight means and they could tow you to the node. This ship’s small enough to allow that. If that’s the case, we might need that deck of cards.”

“Hold, on, I am still trying to process the impossibility of this object.” Val snorted. “Uh, yeah, the foam would fix it, but the vibrations are still an issue. Engineering, any ideas?”

“We could shunt all coolant into the engines and haul ass into the system on sublight until it is safe to travel through FTL. Depending on how much air the Narix have, we’d need most of the other systems off to have enough sink to cool the jets. We’ll need about eight hours.”

“Right, that’ll be a problem, we’ve about 54 minutes of air left.”

“I can give you life support if you can go without gravity and navigation.”

“Braining our way home? I like the sound of that. Been a long time since anyone flown one of these things by the sticks but let’s go, there’s nothing here we can possibly crash into.” Val said and popped her fingers. “Okay, let’s bolt this thing down and foam it so it stays in one place as we accelerate. Then you are invited to the bridge gentlemen.” Val grinned, checking into a tool locker and bringing out a few pieces of flat iridium to hold down to the legs of the alien probe and a welder to fix it to the floor.

“If you’re worried about us wasting too much air, the consumption drops by a certain margin when we sleep. If we can connect our suits directly to an air tank good enough to last a few hours, it’d do. Can’t believe I’m suggesting a nap to an alien superior officer as means of conserving air. That, or any way to refill would do.”

“We can gather up the air before we go. Shame, I wanted to drive.“ Val pouted.

Several agonizingly long hours later

After the very short in distance but very long in time trek through normal space and nearly melting the engines, they reached well into the system to jump safely, and emerged by the Privateer’s starboard. “Privateer, Durable. We’re ready to hand over the object and your crew. And to go for a recharge.” Val grunted.

“Durable, Privateer. Received, standing by to transfer crew and cargo, port side airlock. What is it you’ve found? We’ve logged the discovery with command, anything we should be aware of before getting it on board?” He couldn’t wait to see the probe, even if he wasn’t particularly good when it came to engineering. “Your guess, was the time at least worth it?”

“Disappointment.” Val snickered, “There is more interesting on how the thing got here rather than on the thing itself. You’ll see for yourself. Most important thing though, we detected no jump node, and I received communique that the fifth fleet found none in Exodus either. That leaves the Nebula. I don’t know whether to wish for one to be there or not to.”

“Damn, what a crap day.” First journalists a now this. There better be some good news too, however insignificant. “At least you don’t have a set lifespan. Is it at least in decent condition, or just scrap for salvage?”

“It’s surprisingly intact for being hundreds of years old. We’ll see what the brainiacs figure out, We are ready to depart for Opportunity, our mission objectives are complete.” Val said, sounding tired.
Faira FleetNet News

Ancients
One cycle ago, the Vanguard fleet with their attached elements of Narix 5th fleet has entered the system beyond Opportunity. They have immediately found wreckage form a war fought 8000 years ago. The debris is now being analyzed back at Opportunity. After investigating a Mindspace disturbance which turned out to be a collapsed node, the EFG Curious encountered another shipwreck. During investigation, the Marines woke up what must have been hibernating members of a third species.

Soon after, three ships emerged from Subspace and engaged the Curious. While the Frigate won the engagement with no losses on crew, it is estimated that the ship will spend another month in a berth before it is combat ready again. More worryingly, the ships matched electronic signature and design philosophy encountered on the derelict landed on the Homeworld. It is without the doubt that they were Ancient vessels, and they were openly hostile.

Disclosure
In light of these events, the Admiralty has chosen to fully disclose everything about ourselves to the Narix, even the existence of full specifications on the Ancient superdestroyer we have recorded before the Homeworld's destruction. In light of our knowledge of what power the Ancients can bring to bear and with evidence that some of them still live and are hostile, the Admiralty feels that casting our fate with the Narix is the best course of action.
Two hours later

“Latanos, Curious. We’re lined up, our drives are hot. We’re ready to jump.” The frigate’s communications officer reported, seeing her jump-prep screen lit up comfortable red, with the two big icons of Master Engineer and Commanding officer approvals checked as well.

“So are we.” the Narix cruiser responded, lined up behind the Faira Frigate. Time to see what the drive would do. Likewise on board the Curious, the exchange Narix found something to hold onto before the jump, remembering the warnings. “How long do you expect the jump to take, Curious?” the communications officer relayed helm’s inquiry.

“We were not able to determine where it goes - anytime from minutes to several hours.” Eridae answered form her navigation console, reviewing the probe reports. “Be advised, the probes report an asteroid field on the exit of the node. Have your point defenses ready, and have your ships stay close to the Curious, Ingenuity or Adaptability in case it’s so dense we need to extend the shields over your ships.”

On the Latanos, Omicri emerged from it’s jump drive, a case with tuning equipment in hand and a few bitten-through wires hanging from her muth: “Drive synchronizer installed and tested, we’re as ready as we’ll get, Primarch.”

“Thank you, specialist. Gunnery control, ready swarmers and fragmentation twins. Focus on the discoveries.”

“PDCs ready.”

“Point defense standing by.”

With both frigates prepared, Ascari turned to the communications station and nodded. “Send us through, Curious.”

With Zana acting as the other shift’s CO, both Astra and Zana would be in the helm’s chairs on their shifts. Eridae fed her the necessary course telepathically and Astra reached out with her mind for the communications system and the jump drive. OVer the comms, her mind found the drive on the Latanos as well, and she gave the signal to jump.

Every ship filled with the low hum of their drives, and a bolt of a mindstorm reached form the Curious to the Narix Cruiser, the storm spreading from the Faira frigate and encompassing it. A large window torn open in front of the assembled ships and they were pulled in a second after. Astra was paying attention especially to the Narix ship, adjusting the parameters of their drive to make the ride the least bumpy for them as she could. Still, the Curious itself shook like a loose sheet of metal in the wind, meaning that the Narix were probably getting their feet knocked under form them. All ships made it into the corridor though. “Entry successful, all ships report.”
“Ingenuity, all celar.”
“Adaptability, drive is running slightly hot, but within safe parameters.
“Cruiser wing Aleph, flying smooth.”
“Cruiser wing Beth, all clear.”

Technician first class Ertanax suddenly found herself getting to know the engineering’s floor rather well. Once the shipquake died down, she jumped back to her feet, now understanding the Faira reaction when commander Astra first demonstrated the jump chime.

On the Latanos, chief engineer Adaris looked over the knocked over chairs and miscellaneous unsecured items strewn about his engineering section and his expression betrayed mixed feelings. “Right. Let’s take notes and improve before repeating that.” he murmured, righting his chair and sitting back down. “Everyone good?”

The same question was spoken several hundred meters towards the bow of the ship in the CIC. Making sure all was within safe parameters, they contacted the Curious. “All is well on our end. Are we correct in assuming exit is going to be much the same?”

“Smoother. I’m learning how your drive reacts as we go.” Astra reported back shortly, and Prefect Linsis would understand why. Astra was in the helm’s chair, reclined back, with each of her antennae hooked up to individual control port that acted as a nervous system going throughout the ship, making the Faira almost one with it.

“We’re lucky it’s the commander piloting on the jump.” Omicri grunted as she picked herself up form the corner of the room, “Lieutenant Zana is good, but she’s used to jumping just one ship.”

“You mean this is considered good? I’d hate to see your B-team.” Adaris groaned as he pulled up a view from one of the external cameras, showing the Curious amidst the swirling red and white tunnel walls. “Now that’s something new.” he noted the difference between the standard white and blue corridor.

“For a first time jumping a drive that wasn’t designed to be sync-jumped in the first place? I expected us to take flight, not be knocked off our feet. The Commander’s something else. But with a ship you know? You wouldn’t even notice the transition.” Omicri grinned. She remembered the first time she tried to jump a ship before she chose engineering as her path. The poor cruiser crew had to tighten bolts for a week.

“Well thank you for sharing that information. Next time, a few hour earlier.” Adaris said at the mention of ‘taking flight’ and switched the outer camera view to security footage from the galley, where the cooks were ankle deep in plates, bowls and other utensils. “Good thing they are made of metal.”

Four hours later, unknown system

The window deposited the ships into normal space, more smoothly as promised, this time the ship only vibrated like a subwoofer. Immediately the point defenses on the Faira ships started targeting the offending pieces of something surrounding the node. Something, however, wasn’t right. “All ships hold fire! Latanos, have your ships move closer to ours so we can protect you with the shield, do not fire on the objects!” Astra ordered, pulling up a visual.

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing? This is debris, not rocks.” she asked rhetorically, looking at the light blue shades with purple accents of bits of something that definitely didn’t grow in nature form the looks of it.

“Copy, hold fire, hold fire! Tighten formation.” the ships rearranged quickly, the science vessels cuddling up between the Curious’ engine pylons.

“Curious, Prospector. If we get some of that debris on board, we could use our refinery module to make a preliminary scan of it before the ship equipped with a tech lab arrives. If we transmit our deckplans, could one of your crew do that? Preferably a small piece if possible.”

Astra acknowledged: “Affirmative, standby to receive. Sector control, pick me a piece.” she ordered, and soon a set of coordinates was delivered. Within few seconds, the piece was safely on board the Prospector. “We need to secure the node for travel. I’m detaching all drones from our hull to tow the debris off to these coordinates for storage so we can look at it later. Can your fighters assist, Latanos? There is a lot of garbage out there to collect.”

“They’ll be in space in about two minutes, Pillagers are launching as we speak. Note we only carry 32 craft. Prospector, how long until you know more?”

“Give us a minute, sir. Though until the Archeologist arrives, all we’ll be able to tell is the age and composition.” a few seconds later, the Prospector sent a broadcast message containing several pictures of the debris.

“Commander, I recall a mention of debris discovered by your species centuries before we met. Could this and whatever you found belong to the same species?” Ascari wondered.

“No, no. This even looks completely different. If you date this further than eight thousand years though, it is possible it is form the same period though. If they used same mode of FTL travel that we do, this is relatively close in proximity, and something had to shoot down the debris we found. This could be them. I’ll have some of my drones scan for weapon signatures, perhaps it was our guys who did this.” Astra noted.

“Primarch. Commander.” Farsa said, her eyes almost looking like they were glowing, “There is something… Familiar in this system.” the Oracle notified.

“Fleet, Prospector here.” the Prospector’s CO’ excitement was flowing through the speakers, “We don’t have the specific makeup of the debris yet, but get this: Foreman just reported this debris is between eight and nine thousand years old! The Archaeologist will know more. How far behind is the rest of the fleet?”

“Trailblazer, anything on your passive sensors? Can you specify, lieutenant? A subspace signature? Pattern in EM radiation?” Ascari moved to the sensor station.

“The softer ships have jumped ten minutes delayed, enough for us to sweep the yard.” Astra commented, now searching for what Farsa reported herself. “I can feel it too. It’s like… a weak beacon of our FTL comm buoy. It is a mindspace signal or similar, not in normal space. Primarch, can you confirm with your subspace sensors? We’ll need to spread out to tetrahedralize it’s position. But there’s something else along with it, I’m not quite sure what, but I’ve seen records. It’s possible something similar to what was found on the homeworld is here as well.”

“You’re right, subspace scopes are a mess. Almost like a weak jammer of sorts.” Ascari relayed what the sensor officer reported. “Our frigates are ready to jump immediately, maybe spreading out will give us a better idea of what we’re dealing with and more importantly, whereabouts its source might be. Shall we send them out?”

“And if they aren’t all long dead, vector their jump and decide to go on a hunt?” Astra asked, “Our standard method is to clusted the smaller ships around the node until the system is considered safe and scout out using the larger ships that could hold their own. Primarch, both the people that left the debris on our home and these, if they are what brought them down, are technologically superior to both of us. I’d rather not have your frigates vaporized by a leftover automated defense system form a war long gone, even if they are dead. What’s your standard scouting method?”

“Determine whether there is something in the system, which we can be quite sure there isn’t, secure the node using larger ships, because the node is the lifeline back home, and use smaller ships, such as the Privateer, to explore. We are dealing with subspace interference, as far as we can see, the system is clear. And unless whatever threat there might be can cripple or destroy the ship in about four seconds, the Privateer can jump away. Seven times, if need be. Or we can sit here, not knowing what is what and wait for others.”

“I would not say we can be certain there is nothing here at all, just the existence of the signal suggests otherwise, but have it your way. Meanwhile I want the Oracles to keep searching.” Disentangling herself from the ship, Astra got up and walked to the central projector, marking the node on it as well as the star. “Planets?”

“Negative.” Lieutenant Cartis reported, “Not even asteroid belts. There is something wrong with the star though. The mindspace echo should be more or less a spherical ripple, but it’s very erratic. Worryingly, no sign of another jump node yet.”

When the report from Latanos’ sensor officers, confirmed by the Trailblazer indicated no planets, an annoyed growl escaped Ascari’s throat. He had intended to have the frigates use planets as sort of cover. If something threatened the frigate where it jumped, it could jump to the other side of the planet to seek cover. Without planets, jumping a ship anywhere would too dangerous, like running into the middle of a parking lot. “Engineering, cooperate with the sensors officer and see if you can do something to unfuck our subspace sensors. Oracle, let us know once something comes up.”

“No node, or is the signal interfering too much?” Astra asked, linking the conversation to Farsa on the Latanos as well - perhaps between the three of them they would be able to find something else. “Ingenuity, I want you to take on two wings of drones and jump close enough to the star to get a more detailed reading. Maybe the presence of nodes could be conditioned by a certain type or mass of a star. We know next to nothing on how they form and stabilize. Adaptability, have your oracle constantly monitor the node we came through, I do not want the door slamming shut on us.”

Signing their affirmatives, the Ingenuity prepared to jump. “Fifth fleet, do you want anyone coming with? We think the solar emissions will hide us well enough, but they will charge you to crisp without a shield, we would need to dock for the jump.”

“No need, we’ll keep working on the subspace interference on this end. We’ll also let you know if the Prospector finds something interesting about the debris.”

As the unknown debris around the jump node were cleared away, the small craft started bringing pieces of debris with them on board, dropping them in the hangars before heading out again. Deckhands with heavy exosuits then moved them to cargo lifts that brought them to storage.

“Have you picked up any indication of a jump node yet? We’re still mostly blind when it comes to subspace.”

The Ingenuity disappeared in a mindspace vortex, on its way to the center of the system. “None. Only discrepancies from the star. It could be very young, it could be dying, we’ll have to see when the Ingenuity reports back. No need to bother the Admiral yet though, there seems to be pathetic little of interest here but the signal.” Euris answered from the chair few meters away. “Waste of time being here.”

“What if its a dead end? We were not able to find any other route, excluding whatever lies in Narix space.” Farsa quipped next to the navigator.

“Then we’d have to invest in alternate means of FTL travel.” the Narix navigator replied, keeping silent about the fact that besides Naris itself, there was no Narix space, and even Naris only held one node they were aware of. Unless they could learn more about subspace from this system and perhaps discover nodes that were hidden to their detection methods at the moment. “But perhaps this system holds some interesting secrets. Look here, weird subspace interference and alien debris neither of our species have ever seen. Maybe connected, maybe not. If so, how? Maybe the aliens used some sort of subspace beacons instead of naturally occurring nodes and we happened to stumble upon one? Or there is no way out and we will all die horribly as resources wear thin and we turn on one another to get our hands on whatever is left. Don’t you love the thrill of unknown?”

“Heh. Artificial jump node. If that is true, we’ll never get the commander out of this system until it’s understood.” the XO snickered. “Well, there might be a way hidden in our home system. It is so unstable mindspace region that properly scouting it would take our entire military a hundred years or so with the density of sensors we’d have to field. So we didn’t bother too much yet and went the way we knew where something lies.”

Meanwhile on the Curious, Astra’s head snapped back. “Ah! It’s not in normal space at all, that’S why it’s so strong and yet we can’t find it. Somehow, whatever it is, is keeping itself within some sort of looped jump, or perhaps it just jumps back so quickly we can’t notice it dropping into normal space. I don’t know how it does it or why someone would build something like it, but that’s what it’s doing. Maybe it’s just that, a navigation beacon.”

“If so, it’s not compatible. Shame. Some time ago, some of our scientists proposed a concept of an interdictor ship. A vessel that could interrupt the formation of a stable jump point within a certain area, but it never got past a theoretical concept due to insufficient power generation and lack of understanding of subspace at the time. Has something like that been tried by the Faira?” Linsis inquired.

“We have not investigated the possibility of neutralizing a jump window completely, but altering it? That happens all the time. If a wake jump desynchronizes, the ships are going to emerge from individual windows easily 50 kilometers apart from each other due to the motivators interfering with each other. I suppose the effect could be utilized on purpose.” Eridae offered the thought, “It would certainly be a pain in the antennae if instead of facing the target, you would emerge behind it with your back towards it.”

“If we learn something about the unknown’s jump drives operation from the debris, could this, assuming the debris and the signal belong to the same species and assuming the commander’s looped jump hypothesis is correct, be used to disrupt said jump loop?”

“I can’t tell, too many ifs. This is a question for the inventors, Faira with special talent for understanding the workings rather than usage of mindspace. Them or the Commander.” the Faira shrugged the thought off.

“Curious, Ingenuity. We have a visual on the star, it seems to explain everything. See for yourself.” came from the comms, distorted by a lot of static. Alongside came the image of the star.


Astra looked at the star in bewilderment. “It’s hideous, what is this? A star embryo?” she frowned her face. Inputting some simulations into the ship computer, she had accelerated time scale and watched the development of the system into the future. “It is! No wonder there are no planets, they haven’t formed yet form the two ‘tails’ of the star.”

That wasn’t something one would see every day. Still, it got them nowhere. “Great. Better a star that’s yet to be useful than a star that’s soon to obliterate its system, but that still doesn’t solve our problems.” The thought of being stuck in a useless system was far from what Carthus had envisioned. As if on cue, engineering reported over the intercom.

“Command deck, engineering here. We’ve cleared the scopes a bit, but are unlikely to get any better results. There’s simply too much garbage coming in. If we try to filter out more of it, we might just as well shut the sensors off and not bother at all.”

There was a very strange reaction to what Carthus said form his Faira crewmembers. Notably, the sudden halt of any motion or work being done. Aurigae was the first one to shake off the anger, dread and angst. “Everyone, if you need a moment, dismissed.” Euris managed to stay in her chair, but Farsa bolted out of the deck. Aurigae shot Carthus the most killing look she could, coupled with a slight shake of the head. Don’t ever say that again.

There was something that would have to be discussed later, namely the executive officer dismissing specific crew members without a given reason. Noting the glare, Carthus went over his last few statements, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

“The fuck…?” Farsa’s Narix co-worker looked around himself with a bewildered expression, eyes scanning the deck for answers.

Aurigae tapped into secure line to Astra. “Commander? The Primarch had on a fluke referenced a supernova, some of the crew couldn’t quite contain it. I’m afraid the Homeworld is out.”

“Copy.” was all Astra said before she materialized on the Lanatos’ bridge. “Primarch, a word, please.” At the same time, Virgo would have been receiving a signal to be ready for deployment on moment’s notice, if things got ugly.

Turning to ask Aurigae just what was she doing, Carthus found himself staring at the commander. “Did you have to? I mean, at least a heads-up?” he shook his head. “Follow me out.” he gestured to Astra. “Captain, you have the deck. Try not to send half the crew on a vacation, we’re still in unknown territory.”

Leading Astra out of the CIC onto an empty hallway, he leaned against the wall. “Well, what is it?”

“You seriously haven’t figured it out yet?” Astra sneered, “Well, that’s good for now, but I can’t guarantee no one would make that link. Think, Primarch, what is the one thing that you were told that could send our people into a melancholy attack?”

“Melancholy attack? Nothing. Rear admiral Libra merely requested your homeworld not be brought up, not supernovae. And I did just that - not once was your homeworld mentioned. I don’t blame you for not telling us the whole story, if I understand it correctly, I merely think flying off the handle at the mention of something maybe three people have figured out is related and then looking like it was our fault is a little odd.”

“No, no I don’t blame you for it, although it creates a bit of a problem nonetheless. And you are correct, mentioning the homeworld would probably cause a melancholy attack, it’s just that accidentally nailing exactly how it happened probably has poor Farsa now reeling in mental agony, because she is very much remembering every single one of her family that burned on the homeworld when our star went nova.” Astra explained to the slightly thick skulled Primarch. She was only handling it this well because she didn’t really remember the homeworld herself.

”She likely has it worse now than they ever did.” He thought, but even someone like Carthus would never say that out loud. “It is as you said - accidentally nailing it down. Eight minutes ago, the person closest to figuring this out was ambassador Taranis, and even she was ligh- leagues away from the truth.” He stopped himself short of using a space-related analogy. “I can keep this a secret if that is your wish, but incidents like this come a Numisma per pack. If that is all, I believe we both have ships and crews to attend to.”

“While I appreciate the promise, I don’t think it can be contained, not with your command staff present for it. It was just a very unlikely coincidence. I’ll have to pass this up to see what plans for disclosure they might have had. I’ll take Farsa off your hands if you’d like. She won’t be of much use today I’m afraid. She’s lost two daughters and a son there.” she excused the Oracle.

“While I’m here though, there seems to be nothing of interest than the anomaly itself for the next several millions of years. I suggest we get a move on with finding it and go home figure out where to go next. I have the Ingenuity at the star, the node is on an ecliptical orbit, I can take the Curious to a polar orbit and we can determine the position.”

“Until we get back, it can be contained within the Fifth fleet to give you time. All outgoing messages are monitored. Don’t worry about the oracle, give her time to recover and then let her decide whether she stays of not.”

“Very well. The Trailblazer is at your disposal, it’s equipped with extensive both active and passive sensor suites, more eyes see more things. Meanwhile, we’ll continue collecting the debris for the boffins to pour over back at Opportunity. We’ll be ready to jump should our presence be necessary.” turning to get back to the CIC, he paused mid-step. “Should I relieve some of my Faira crew to check on the lieutenant, or is it best to leave her alone? I’m at a loss dealing with my ow people, let alone another kind.”

“Focus your efforts on the debris. I’d be interested if you could try to reconstruct how they all fit together, it might give us a better idea on what we’re dealing with.” Astra sighed, “It’s better to leave her, she’s having a very private moment and none of us know her well enough to provide any release, unfortunately. I’d appreciate if you could limit the information as much as you can, I’ll give you a call as soon as I know what more does the admiralty want.”

Later at the anomaly site

“What happened here?!” Astra said, barely audibly. There was what she could only identify as remnant of a ship, but a remnant of the most strange shape - almost as if someone took a destroyer sized ship and cut it in half, with the other half nowhere to be seen. Furthermore, there was no sight of anything that could have caused the damage to the ship in question.

The construction of the ship seemed consistent with the debris they found at the node, providing some answers to that mystery at least. “Latanos, Curious. Can you make anything of this? I can confirm the interference is in fact not coming form the remnant of the ship.” Astra hailed over.

“Wild guess would be a jump drive malfunction. Simulations suggest this could happen if a ship was halfway in or out a subspace window upon its collapse, but we never put that theory into practice for obvious reasons.” communications relayed the jump engineers message.

“Can you detect anything worth sending an away team for? Or do we wait for a larger science detachment to thoroughly examine the derelict?”

“Ship sheared in half?” A shiver ran through Astra’s back, “That’s a terrifying prospect. Half of the crew exposed of vacuum and without power, half had god knows what happen to it when a corridor collapses on you. Wild guess, their atoms were turned into energy and blasted back into normal space. It could account for the scattered mindspace field around here. With only a relatively light infant star stabilizing it, it’s a wonder the node we came through is stable enough for travel.”

Looking at a magnified image of the open section of the ship, Astra snickered: “Other than the massive want to see it for myself? No, not really, but I don’t see anything more useful to do for an exploration fleet that has nowhere to go to do. Unless you can point us in a right direction…” she trailed off, understanding that if there was a way and it lead through the Narix home systems, they would not really want a warfleet passing through. “If nothing else, finding and analyzing it’s sensor logs would be interesting, assuming we can understand a thing.”

“I reckon we’ll have about as much luck understanding anything as when we first met.” Carthus snickered. “But it’s worth taking a look for the technology alone, even if it’s vastly different. The rest of the fleet should be here momentarily, we’ll direct the Archeologist to you as soon as their jump drive cools down. If you need someone to go first and direct you to mindjump there safely, centurion Ursitis’ squad can spacewalk over, just point them to an airlock.”

“There is plenty of visible area where we can jump to, no need to do that, but I think it would do the Marines good to go in together.” Astra noted, passing the orders to Virgo. “I think we have located an airlock, we’ll see if Virgo’s squad can get to it and open it, it would be the safest part for the science ships to dock.”

Curious’ cargo bay

“Pack up people, we are going out to the wreck! I want squads with engineers to get ready to go over, everyone else on standby!” Virgo hollered over the training ground, and the Faira complement started filing off into the armory to re-equip.

“You heard.” the centurion shouted at his squad. “Lindus, Arruna, grab your tools. Someone get my air pack.” he continued handing weapons to the passing Narix. Although the ships electronics would be completely different from theirs, the engineers opted to bring their electronics kits with them, among other tools of their trade.

“Plan of attack, sir?” the centurion asked virgo, attaching the extended air supply pack to his suit.

“I am expecting automated defenses of unknown strength. Heavy Faira on point, engineers behind, rest trailing and securing cleared areas?” She suggested, wanting the Centurion’s opinion. “I suggest we insert here,” she displayed a section of the ship where a corridor opened up to space.

“Open corridor is sound, one less obstacle to cut or melt through. Have those above us bothered to share the ships temperature? Is it cold, or could it still have power?”

“It’s dead, probably no atmosphere either, not unless they have internal airlocks. That we can open and cycle through.” Virgo frowned, putting on her helmet. “If their materials and architecture is too tough for us to get through, we’ll have to go over the outside hull to the docking port we need to secure and open, so somebody should bring a pack of cards.”

“So if it’s dead in space, there’s chance automated defenses are dead as well. No problem with atmosphere until someone’s torso or helmet gets damaged. Going over the hull isn’t a problem, just a mild inconvenience if the surface has no magnetic surfaces on it. I’m worried about opening the airlock since the ship has no power. I’d rather avoid the use of demo charges.”

“I was thinking lasering through. We’ll see, maybe a crowbar will be all that is needed. Sign off on air seals! We need the rear airlock open to see out!” she called over the comm system to all squads.

The centurion checked the seals and switched to closed-circuit breathing. “Worst comes to worst, the Curious could make us a new door. But let’s try the exposed corridor first. Are you jumping us over, or do we go the commoner’s way in?”

“If you’re comfortable jumping, we’ll pack you with, otherwise, we’ll wait and have a snack until you get to us.” Virgo grinned. Green flash then lit up the cargo bay, signalling everyone to either leave or put on a helmet. In thirty seconds, it started to blink, and after that it stayed on again and the airlock opened out, the atmosphere being sucked out through the vents before. Virgo walked over with two of the squad leaders, pointing out the landing points to them with a laser target. “We’re ready.”

Looking over his squad once more, the centurion raised his thumb. “Ready. Let’s see what the old tenants left behind.” The squad stood in a diamond, each soldier bolt upright, excited at the idea of being teleported to a derelict alien ship to see what it had to offer.

“CO, we are ready.”

“Red out, Red out.”

Nodding to the two squad leaders, they raised their arms to jump their squads, while Virgo would be jumping the Narix herself. Half a second later and a flash of white and red, they would all find themselves brushing lightly against the floor of the derelict. Tapping her heels together, Virgo tried the magnets in her boots and was displeased when it did nothing whatsoever. “Grab a hold of something, this thing is made out of some kind of crystal that doesn’t react to magnets.”

“This system does not seem to take kindly to us.” one of the engineers grunted. Grabbing a hold of some exposed tubing and pulling himself towards the wall, he tried some of the looser tubes until one finally gave in, stuffing the tube into a pouch.

“It’s a corridor, means one way forward. Lead on, sir.”

“Jumpers, how are you?” Virgo asked, getting back that exfiltration will be possible in fifteen minutes. “You heard the ladies. Aleph and Beth points, go forth. Engineers in the middle, rest take up the back. Zarya, Sorya, guard the entry point.” Virgo ordered, taking the last place.

The two Faira on point had shields raised, that looked more like heavy riot gear, only forming a slab in front of them than a full bubble. The shield sent orange light forward, reflecting on the crystalline wall ahead. Other than the dancing lights, there was no sign of motion. “Door, looks heavy.”

“On it. Arruna, cutter.” the two engineers set up their equipment and soon, the hallway was filled with rapidly cooling splinters as the grinder bit into the door. Progress was slow, but visible, and in about 50 seconds, the door gave way, pushed inward by two soldiers before their hasty retreat behind the heavy Faira.

“At this rate, it’ll take a long time to get to that airlock, not to mention the grinding disc is only good for one more door before it goes, and we only brought four in total.” The engineer regretted leaving plasma cutters on the Curious, but who knew if this material was even conductive.

The group advanced further, engaging their helmet lights as light from the outside started to vanish. Virgo tracked their progress throughout the ship, wondering if they entered the express lane from the rear of the ship to the front. “No side rooms, nothing?”

“No, ma’am. If so, we can’t feel any. The whole thing is dead and lightly irradiated. Those walls are also hard to feel through.” a Faira engineer reported.

One of the Narix medics paused mid-step. “Wait, what? Did some dimwit seriously forgot to install radiation monitors as part of the suits?”

“I said slightly. As in mild levels of alpha radiation.” the engineer rolled her eyes, “Besides your side made the equipment on your suit, we did just the motion assistance and armor… for what good our armor will do, apparently.”

“That’s the most infuriating part, that it somehow slipped their minds.”

“Are we sure this is even a crew corridor? No side rooms, no intersections, no apparent lighting or ventilation… What gives?” someone else wondered out loud. “Closest analogy I can think of is some sort of hyperloop or similar form of transportation. Rectangular, for some reason.”

“What kind of transport system would leave itself irradiated after eight thousand years since it’s last use?” Virgo asked, having one of her engineers pose a theory: “Weapons system?”

“A chunk of the ship is unaccounted for, and this wreck has been exposed to space in the vicinity of a forming star for who knows how long? Closest estimate we have is 8000 years, and that’s by a refinery crew. Or do you think we’re walking down a barrel?” the marine continued, suddenly feeling a little uneasy.

“Did you see the size of that bulkhead? Unless there’s an opening elsewhere, I don’t see how any radiation could bleed through.” The engineer said. Virgo shook her head: “If this is a barrel, then one, the source of whatever it was firing is gone with the rear of the ship, seeing as this is going along the spine. Two, there needs to be a maintenance access at some point.”

They reached another door, this time Virgo’s engineers burned the slabs off of the mechanism and forced it open. “Woah… is that a fighter?!”

“Looks too small. Maybe a missile?” Virgo suggested, “Stay clear of it until we know it’s not armed, whatever it is.”

“It’s ugly, that’s what it is. Maybe a torpedo, or a drone?” the centurion offered. “Think we can get it outside somehow?” looking back at the door and the corridor, comparing the door and the object. “With care, maybe...”

“I don't think it’s supposed to be here!” One of the heavies called from the front, shining a light into a gaping hole that opened into a hangar bay filled with more of the objects above.

“Mystery solved.” Virgo said, floating herself up to the hangar, “And I found what looks like the airlock. We’re too deep in, though it might lead up to the one we have seen on the surface. Care to see if you can bring it to life?”

“Great, more of these. Packed up, ripe for the taking. It’s like finding the teacher’s sacred texts in elementary school.” one Narix marine chuckled as the engineers floated towards the airlock. Discovering something resembling a service panel and getting it open with some difficulty, he shone his headlamps at what lay inside, uttering a curse the translators didn’t recognize. “Not good. Whatever happened here probably caused a fire even before they lost atmosphere. It’s all charred, and there’s melted… something on the bottom of this.” he scraped a bit of the hard, brittle substance off with his knife, stowing it away. “Do we try forcing it open, or go straight to burning through?”

“The science ships won’t be here for hours, let’s try finding the motors or whatever makes this door tick and set up our own control interface, however rudimentary.” the Faira engineer replied, pulling out an ultrasound probe from her suit and touching the paneling around the door. “There’s a large hole here. They just build their damn access panels so seamless I can’t see it when I am staring right at it.” the Faira complained, giving it a good whack with a crowbar, finally snapping whatever was holding it up, the panel floating off. “Ah, look! Good old timing belt and some sort of power operation. We’re getting somewhere.”

“Funny, I always thought of your kind as methodical brainiacs.” the engineer noted as he watched the Faira swinging a crowbar around. “There goes that illusion.” Floating over to the hole, he redirected the panel into a corner noone was at. “Knowing our luck in this system, there’s a catch somewhere. Usually, these things are built in pairs if one breaks down. Lindus, check the opposite side.” He tried the belt with his hand, bits of its surface peeling off as he touched it. “We might have to improvise some replacement parts too.”

“As with most things, it varies from one to the other. And hey, I could sit here all day analyzing how this stuff works so I can repair it, or I can just weld a crank onto a pulley and be done with it and move on. You don’t necessarily need ‘perfect’, you just need ‘working’.” The engineer grinned, “What did you say your name was?”

“Technician second class Cornyx Arruna, whatever you need that for now.” he swallowed a remark about the rank, name and other information written on his chest plate, helmet and shoulders. “So about welding the metaphorical crank: door’s quite big and the belt has seen better days.” On the other side of the door, Petrus indicated that he failed to find any trace of a similar access panel. “Aaaand it looks like not everyone builds stuff in pairs. What did I say about our luck? But aside from the belt, this looks to be in decent condition, at least on the outside. Can you see anything holding it together so we can take a peek inside?”

Private channel. the Bitching Betty in Arruna’s suit would announce. “Specialist Gofree. Sorry, I’m not in the habit of learning new names that have a prospect of just coming and going. Anyway, there might be a second mechanism accessible form the other side. I think I can just about reach for where the belt went, it looks like a gearbox. I might be able to-” Gofree said as she reached into the mechanism, turning the gear and watching the door open ever so slightly. A few more twists and a crevice big enough to see through opened. “Well, we can operate it manually, but if you can snap a few photos of the belt and give them a length, the engineers on the Curious can fabricate a spare in just a few seconds.”

Pulling the tattered belt out, Cornyx ran it in front of his helmet camera before measuring its length. “Curious, away team. We’re making decent progress with what could be a way inside, but this place has seen better days. We could use a replacement belt for a mechanism to open the gate, 170 centimeters long, triangular notches on the inner side. Sending visual now, away team out.” Wrapping the belt into a neat bundle, he turned back to Gofree. “Is there someone here who could send this belt back to the Curious?” he inquired through the private channel. “Having a video of it is nice, but having the original is even better.”

Peering through the partly-opened door, Lindus let out a low growl. “Wanna hear something funny? Another door, same as this one. If you can open it by, I don’t know, forty more centimeters, I could squeeze through and start on the other side.”

“Just don’t start a fire in there.” Gofree said as she kept twisting on the gear, while one of the Faira left to guard the landing zone came and gave them the manufactured belt, suggesting it was made in a couple of seconds. When it was mounted, the engineer went over to what seemed to be the motor, looking at anything wire or tube like that would connect to it. “Looks like they were using some gel filled tube as power conduits. I don’t know if it was supposed to phase shift to conduct electricity or if it’s hydraulic. Should I just pour some amperes into it and see what it does?”

“No fires, my word, but someone make sure you have a chisel, just in case.” Lindus shot back, worming his way to the other side of the door.

“Just don’t start a fire.” Arruna grinned at the mention of ‘just pouring some amperes in’. “Start low, from what I’ve heard, the commander would not appreciate you burning out a working alien motor.” If that didn’t work, it might as well come to a literal crank.

Nodding, Gofree linked up two electrodes to her suit’s power outlet, turning the virtual knob way down before sticking the business ends into the strange conductors. Nothing happened at first, but then as she increased the voltage, the gel inside the tubes started to liquefy, and something akin to lightning was starting to slowly rage inside. Forced to keep the open tubing upright so the conductive now-liquid didn’t drip out, she noted nothing was happening still. “Well, I think it’s safe to say this is what supplies power, but probably not the control impulse.” Gofree noted, “Is there any change to the control interface? Also, this stuff seems to work like a battery or capacitor rather than a wire. Genius when you think about it. If your power source fails, there is enough energy left in the sheer volume of conductors to run critical systems for some time. Bitch of a warm-up though.”

“We’re learning something new. Great, that means this field trip is already paying off. Genius indeed, but unfit for use where size is a concern.” Arruna thought out loud. “It came to life, that’s a step forward, but nothing else. Also, take some of that mystery goo with us. Since we’re already robbing their graves, it’d be a shame to come out with empty pockets.”

Then an epiphany struck him “Desloas, a minute?” he called team three’s pointman. “Give me your snake cam.”

The pointman threw the inquired object - a 60 cm plyable tube with a camera on one end and a small screen on the other - to the two engineers. Bending the camera end 90 degrees and activating a pair of light emitting diodes, he stuck the bent end behind the motor. “Aha! Look here.” he pointed a the screen, indicating two outlets similar to the one they’ve just tested, but smaller. “Maybe one of those two?”

“These guys didn’t really design for maintenance, that or they were rather small and nimble.” Gofree frowned as she tried to fiddle with the other two tubes and electrodes. “Huh, wire. Copper I think. You might be right.” she said, giving it a small jolt. The motor twisted for a little while and then stopped. “Well, we have a dead man switch.” She said as she put on the new belt, fastening the electrodes to the control wires and leading the electrodes up to hand level, taping them to the wall and marking the current directions for open and close. “Technician, any luck finding access on the other side?”

“Nothing good. Same setup as on your end, but something’s leaking out of the motor. At least the conduits seem intact. The control ones, that is, can’t see the power cable from here. Going to need that snake camera. At least you two have figured out how to make it move.” disappearing up to his shoulder in the machine, he found the gearbox and tried turning it. The gate moved smoothly. Making her way through the first gate, team two’s leader shone a light through the gate. “Looks like another section of the hangar.” sweeping the light to the right, she added: “Half of it, anyway.” She found herself staring at a roughly circular hole at least ten meters in diameter. “That could be used as an entrance.”

“We’re looking for something undamaged enough to hold a docking ring.” Gofree said as she peeked through at the massive crater.

Virgo made her way through now that the door was open, shining some light onto the other side of the hangar section. “Centurion, would those fit the description of the ‘bombers’ your pilots on the Explorer mentioned?” she pointed at a large craft with massive tubes in two side pods. “Also, we have another door. Technicians, if you would please tend to it. Specialist, I want you to scan the residues on that hole and get it’s layout. I want to know if that was caused by enemy weapons fire or internal explosion.”

“It’s definitely from the outside by the geometry of it. I’ll have a looksee if I can get a weapon signature.”

Virgo floated herself over to a specimen of the strikecraft that seemed undamaged, feeling around the cockpit for any sort of release. “We should ferry some to the Latanos for examination.”

“At least we don’t have to go all the way back to where we came from if we want in or out. If we seal the hole that connects the first hangar with the barrel, that could still hold atmosphere.” the centurion noted before floating over to one of the undamaged craft. “Yes, those could be that. Don’t look like they’re intended for atmosphere either. Getting them out might be a bit problematic, unless you can jump them away.” He made his way around the back. “And judging by the massive engines on this thing, either it’s very heavy, or was built to be nimble.”

“Looks like the previous door was busted by whatever made that hole, this one is almost in pristine condition.” Arruna hollered from the gate. A few seconds later, the door opened, exposing the hangar to open space through originally intended means and opening a clear view of the distant star to the away team. “That will do. Should we start setting up a bridgehead here, or do we explore further?”

“I want Specialist Gofree’s team to stay here and work on analyzing the puncture and reinforcing the docking port, rest form up, we’ll see what else can find. Already this is a motherload, now I am thinking let’s see some weapon systems and command and control.” Virgo said, pointing her arm in the way she intended to continue, “Also, look out for corpses.”

As the door Virgo indicated was on the opposite side from where the hole was, it opened with little help, revealing another door. Powering the first door brought the whole chamber to life, but the other door refused to move. Only after closing the first door did air rush into the chamber. “An airlock! Splendid.” The soldier checked the atmospheric readout of her suit. “ It’s freezing here, big surprise, but the next section might be warmer if it’s pressurised too. 17 percent oxygen, mostly nitrogen, higher amounts of methane, but still within limits.” When the air pressure stabilised, the second door opened, revealing a pressurized room with several rows of what looked like terminals all facing the same side where an elevated platform was. “A briefing room for the pilots?” the pointman guessed after scanning their immediate surroundings.

“Briefing room with an airlock to the hangar? Is that something you’d do? Seems to me like an overkill, but then again, we wouldn’t know. Methane you said? Well I’m keeping my helmet on.” Virgo snorted, not wanting to deal with the smell. “I can’t feel any reception point for telepathic control, then again, maybe if we had an Inventor along they could do better job. Door opposite, let’s move along. Keep us apprised if you find something that looks like a control console.”

“It would make some sense. Tell the pilots what’s expected of them here and then straight to their craft. Alternatively, it could be an air traffic control center or a place where deckhands filed their paperwork.” the pointman guessed, pushing some random buttons on some of the terminals, getting a mild shock from one of them.

Getting accustomed to the way the alien doors worked, the pointman opened the door and gazed into a pitch-black corridor. “Oh, I’m not going, it’s dark and scary.” she chuckled.

“I wish you’d lose the bad jokes, Agritis.” the centurion pushed his way past her, the darkness completely overtaking his helmet lamps after a few dozen meters. “It’s a sad day when even Starlight Unlimited products fail you.” he fished out a red chemlight from his vest and taped it ot the door. “Exit’s marked. Pick a direction, sir.”

Virgo, however, stood still save for her eyes darting forward. “Tell me you heard that.” She asked in a hushed tone, fingers flying over her suit’s controls as she deployed ehr heavy shield and walked to front. “It sounded like… something between a scream and an air vent.”

“Maybe the hull creaking?” pointman Agritis whispered a guess. A guess, or a wish? “Who knows what being cut in half does to a ship?”

“Whereabouts did it come from?” the centurion asked. “Can you point out a direction?”

“Dead ahead.” The whooshing and thumps were now audible even for the Narix hearing to pick up. “I don’t think we’re alone here. Automated defenses perhaps?” Virgo said, raising her shield in front of the company, her weapons tracking but yet cold. Then it hit her antennae. “I can feel some strange quantum pulses coming from there.”

*screaaaaaaaaaach*

“Squad, motion trackers!”

“Motion, eighty meters ahead and closing.” the HUD readouts showed six dots zig-zagging towards the group.

“Team four, rear guard.” Ursitis’ team hugged the right wall, lord-legionnaire Edora’s team two took right. Lord-legionnaire Tarvis’ team remained in the middle of the hall while lord-legionnaire Vanir’s team turned 180 degrees, eyes glued to their HUDs. The thumping and screeching grew louder.

“Specialist Gofree, heads up, we have six unknowns on the ship.”

The centurion loaded a starshell into his underslung shotgun and fired it into the dark hall. The round ignited some four meters from them and illuminated the hall along its flight path with orange light until it hit a wall and came to rest nest to it.

“Fifty meters.”

Virgo was frozen to the spot, her shield raised, eyes gazing at the glowing red points of what she was only assuming to be eyes on the disgusting, unshapely creatures that closed in on them. Who were they? Was this their ship? Were they the ones who killed it? Were there more? And those nightmarish, hissy screams they made. If there was a manifestation of dread in physical form, the Master of arms was sure they were it.

All the questions came to a halt with the thirty meters warning and a pair of white claws deploying around the appendages of the uglies. “Unload on ‘em!” Virgo shouted as her shoulder-mounted cannons switched to pulse mode and spat blobs of plasma onto the incoming enemy.

The muzzle flashes of Narix weapons filled the corridor with light. Few would complain about noise and stench now. Yet in spite of the sheer volume of fire the combined boarding party put out, the nightmarish abominations that seemed to have crawled out of the deepest abyss of one’s fears advanced seemingly unhindered. All but one of team four abandoned their rear guard post to face the imminent threat.

“Bury them!” the centurion called. The marines responded with a volley of impact grenades, scoring several direct hits due to the lack of gravity.

“Snare! Vanguard upfront!” Virgo called and the two heavy Faira rushed past her, throwing cylinders that were reminiscent of the Narix grenades, only upon contact they coated the abominations with the hardening foam technician Lindus was so fond of. The heavies then raised their arms palm forward, raising a shield wall, the storm surrounding it revealing they were further enforcing it with their psychokinetic abilities.

Dropping her heavy shield and replacing it with the personal one, Virgo called up her tactical HUD and retracted the cannons back into the suit. The nightmares paid almost no attention to the foam, what must have been brutal strength forcing right through it. “Commander! We woke something up!” she hollered over to the comm suite.

“We know! Get your people out of there, now Virgo!” was all the commander responded before the line cut off.

“Fall back to the engineers! LZ team, meet us there!” Virgo hollered, ready to jump and mindspike an ugly insect if they got too close.

“Two, four, fall back to the door.”

“Two, bounding!

“Four, bounding!”

Eight narix marines turned and made for the door marked by the red chemlight before firing again.

“Set, go!”

Turning to Virgo, the centurion pointed at the door: “Today?!”

“Vanguard, fall back!” Virgo shouted at the two heavies still holding the shield up as the creatures were now crashing into it with mighty thuds. For what it was worth, the heavies held for the first two before choosing to activate their RCS packs and zoom past Virgo into safety. Deploying her mindspike, Virgo managed to skewer one of the monsters from head to the hind leg, but the suit’s sensors then blared a thermal warning. Looking up, she saw two of the creatures charging something white and very, very hot. Opting not to find out what it was, Virgo also rocketed back.

“Make a hole!” Gofree’s voice shouted over the intercoms as the engineer and one of the LZ guards passed through and tossed something into the hallway, slamming the door behind it and ordering the Vanguard to raise the shield again, which they promptly did. A thunderous boom then shook the shipwreck and bent the door in it’s frame, though the shield held it up. “Ordnance form one of the bombers. We need to go! The Curious is engaging unknown ships!” The engineer noted, and the group got hasty assembling themselves into a tightly packed formation for the jump back to the mothership.

Throwing any semblance of safety regulations out of the window, the eight remaining Narix followed the Faira example and made their retreat via EVA packs. Regaining their composure, they barely noticed two additional Faira before the door threatened to enter the room.

Quickly counting heads, the centurion confirmed the presence of all his brethren. “We’re set, waiting on you.”

The three Faira had to work in conjunction to jump the group that soon, but with a helping mindspace tether form one of the transport specialists on the frigate, they eventually managed. They would soon find out though that they weren’t as safe as they thought.
@Crimmy

Diamond had to admit, this teacher she was starting to like. Not so much for her style, which for her included too early practice and nowhere near enough theory, but this was precisely the class she needed. Few sentences of the lecture in and already new useful information was piling up. Dust could affect your semblance? Why doesn't the entry level book even mention that?!

Thatwas fire remarkably close to her hand though. I wonder - How hard did you have to clench your teeth? the ex-thief thought, before the call for volunteers arrived. Without much thought, Diamond's arm went up. She was going to make use of the class by gods. And if she doesn't like me, well, can't get worse than Vanhomrigh in rage mode, can it?
EFG Curious, Airlock

The small retinue of Curious’ officers was gathered at the airlock, ready to leave. The sector controller couldn’t keep her mouth quite shut: “You seen how gobsmacked they were by the morale sector? What do you think they do for fun, XO? Brood in their seat? Euris should fit right in then.”

“Hey!”

“Enough.” Aurigae palcated them, “We are going to represent our people on this tour, try to do your best, behavior including? If you feel the need to bounce off the walls, I suggest magboots.” the XO smirked. She could not wait to see the Narix ship herself though, and more so to see what it could do. The turrets on the Vanguard class were nothing so looming as the P-15s on Faira capital ships, but what they lacked in caliber, they made up with numbers.

“Has the commander told you anything about the CO?” Omicri inquired, but Aurigae could only shake her head. “You know the Commander, she would be more interested in cutting him open to figure out how he works, rather than getting to know the person. Speaking of whom… Attention!”

The Faira lined up and stood ramrod straight as the Commander and the Narix finished up their tour of the ship.

“... And here’s the last stop, your new reinforcements, Primarch. Captain Aurigae, my XO; Lieutenant Farsa, our Oracle; Specialist Xyth, sector controller; Specialist Omicri, my Master Engineer, and Specialist Euris, my Master Navigator.” Astra made the introductions, each of them saluting as they were named before coming to rest.

“Quite the ship you have, commander. I never would have thought to put a part of a city onto a ship. We will have to keep this information classified, else our troops will want them on our ships.” Adaris joked as they arrived back to the airlock to meet the new crew.

The primarch looked over his new crew for a few seconds, trying to assign a memorable feature of each of the Faira suits to a name before gesturing towards the airlock. “Well, on board with you. No point standing here. Mind the change in gravity.” before turning to Astra. “Will you be joining us, commander?”

Following the group into the Latanos’ hangar, he turned to face the Faira crewmen and outstretched his arms in a welcoming gesture. “Welcome aboard the Latanos, your new temporary abode.” he spoke up over the sounds of the busy hangar. “Would you like to visit your quarters first or should we move straight to your stations?”

“Thank you for the invitation, Primarch, but I have my own orientation to conduct. There will be another opportunity, I’m sure. Until then.” Astra said, giving the depating crew a salute. You better return them safe.

NSS Latanos, Airlock

As soon as they were through, the Faira started looking around.
“Stars it’s bright in here!”
“And how did your species evolve to grow this big in this gravity?”
*knock knock* “What is this? Iron?”
“How are there so many souls on board? My head feels like an anthill.”
“Focus, people!” Aurigae’s voice cut the cacophony of questions and remarks.
“Sorry.” answered the quartet simultaneously.

”I’ve been given a group of children...” Ascari struggled not to faceplam.
With a silent sigh, he took a deep breath to answer all the questions. “I am sure you will get used to it soon, and your quarters have been modified to better simulate the conditions aboard your ships. Our homeworld features a lot of forests with thick undergrowth. When we started to walk on two legs, we had to grow bigger to see more. The small ones perished while the tall ones bred. Depends on what you are referring to. It could either be steel, aluminium, titanium, plastic… There are a little over two thousand crew, marines and pilots on board. Mostly so we can change shifts even if we take losses.” Finally, he turned to Aurigae. “Gramercy, captain.”

“It’s why I’m here, Primarch.” Aurigae smirked, “If you would show us a place where we could stow our few belongings first, we would be ready to get straight back to seeing what you would have us do.” the XO moderated, leaving the others to stand still and quiet for now as she scolded them with a gaze.

“Very well, follow me.” the primarch set out with long strides. Reaching what appeared to be a door, the inside only revealed a two by two meter cabin. Stepping in and waiting for the Faira to enter, he selected a deck on a panel beside the door. The door closed and the occupants could feel the room moving upwards at a rapid rate. Ten seconds later, the elevator came to a halt.

“Deck 46: habitation.” a female voice announced as the door opened. Leading the group across the hall, he placed his tacpad on an orange panel beside a door marked *Faira Crew Quarters* and stepped aside to let the Faira inside. The room simulated Faira gravity and lighting, but was otherwise a standard Narix accommodation: a bed and a locker for each crew member, two large shared lockers and a table in the middle.

“I understand you do not require sleep, but you are entitled to the same living quarters as any other crew member. I shall wait outside. When you’re done, we can get started. If there is something that needs to be added or changed, let me or the ships quartermaster know right away.”

“This is… luxurious even by civilian standards, trust us, this will do fine. We do not require sleep as you do, but some rest time is needed to recharge - the lamps in our suits can not sustain us indefinitely. Does the Latanos have an observation deck that could be exposed to direct starlight? Failing that, multi-spectrum lamps on the ceiling would do. If you give me the parts and a power grid access point, I can set us up.” Omicri noted.

The Faira went in the room, each emptying a few little suit compartments into the small lockers and returning to the elevator. Aurigae explained a little further: “If you intend to engage our Mindspace abilities like we would have on our ships, then please consider that would extend the rest time significantly for some of us. Lieutenant Farsa can farseek for about eight hours, Specialist Xyth can track craft with your fleet traffic only for about two, unless they are assisted by other instruments. I could probably crash-jump the Latanos several light years in an emergency, but you shouldn’t count on me for several days afterwards.”

“There are two power outlets next to each bed, sufficient to charge even our suit power cells. But before you start engineering your own solution, I advise you to take a look into the shared lockers. One of them contains something the Faira’Hexus sent over two days ago, I think they called it a ‘Portable Light Berth’, if that sounds familiar? Anyway, specialist Xyth, the air traffic control center is near the ventral decks. Prefect Fien will take you there. specialist Omicri, Engineering is in the aft section. Adept Adaris will take you there, he will be your direct superior. The rest of you, follow me to the combat information center, where your work stations will be. Only you, me, my Narix XO and the marines have access to your quarters. Were you given the ship deck plans and access codes we sent?”

“We were. You have your guides assigned people. See what you have to work with and report to me your expected recharge schedule so the CO can plan accordingly.” Aurigae instructed on the matter, saluting off the engineer and sector controller. “Primarch Carthus Ascari, I am relinquishing command of our personnel to you as of this moment.”

NSS Latanos, Command Section

The command section, except the auxiliary CIN, was in the very core of the ship. Passing through two checkpoints that would put a road barricade to shame, the combat information center opened before them. Entering from the rear, the room was separated into two sections. The rear section was raised over the front section and housed the sensor and navigation stations on the left and communications on the right. In the middle was the commander’s and XO’s station that could supplement any of the CIC’s stations. In the forward, lower section were two helmsmen and gunnery control station. The sensor and navigation stations were missing one officer each to make room for Farsa and Euris. Likewise, there was no XO to be found.
“Lieutenant Farsa, specialist Euris, your stations are on the left. Hope you don’t take working with radars, lidars and subspace detection equipment personally, lieutenant. Specialist, Narix navigation officers are responsible not only for keeping track of this and other ships, but also feeding maneuver information to helm and setting up subspace jumps. I take it you have ample experience in these fields and since both of our species rely on the same, or more precisely a similar phenomenon for FTL travel, I don’t expect problems.”

Turning to Aurigae, he continued. “The XO’s job is fairly self explanatory, but there is a secondary function to that. When the commanding officer is off duty or otherwise indisposed, you’ll be in charge of the entire ship. And since the Latanos is the lead ship of the Fifth fleet, then by extension, all elements of the Fifth Fleet present. That is why I’ve sent additional information to your ship information system account, you can access it through any public terminal on the ship or thorough your suit. Questions?”

Farsa was the one to first to ask: “What is the range on the subspace detection? I want to know whether I should substitute. Also, can your instruments track a ship into a jump?” she turned to face the Primarch.

“The sensors are enough to track subspace movements within one system, and yes, we can track a ships full course through subspace. If we recognise the ship’s signature, we can even tell what ship it is. As for inter system travel, anything travelling through an intersystem corridor gets out of range very quickly. We can usually detect incoming intersystem signatures about eight seconds before they arrive.”

“You misunderstand. In conjunction with the Specialist and your helm, we can get the Latanos to jump using the same channel of the jump node, or guide the rest of the fleet in. It puts a bit less wear on our drives if our fleet jumps that way, as all of the motivators work to sustain a single one dimensional pathway. Is that something worth trying?”

“We do not recommend continuing combat like that though, our preliminary research shows that Mindspace travel and high energetic discharges do not mix well.” the navigation specialist quipped in.

“Ah, I see. Then the answer is no, to my knowledge, our drives cannot send several ships through the same corridor. Every ship has to create its own jump point. However, it is worth trying. I’ll bring it up when I meet with the chief engineer.”

“I’d need to pour over the files and service history of everyone in that command if I am to know a thing about leading them out of the dock much less on mission, that alone can take days.” Aurigae noted, “Perhaps you should not give me that sort of responsibility from the start. Your people and ours think and behave differently on very fundamental levels. May I suggest I start with only the cruiser?” Not to mention I never commanded anything bigger than a battlegroup, and that’s the size of one of your lances. she thought, but kept that for herself.

Noting the captains response, the primarch nodded. “Of course, that is one of the reasons why the other Narix command team is still on board. Both they and I are here if you require anything. Even Artorias the Indomitable didn’t become one of our greatest military leaders overnight. But some circumstances are beyond our control. Who knows what awaits us on the other side of that jump node? In 32 hours, you might be the last surviving member of this ships officer corps. But let us hope that won’t be the case.”

Yes, let’s. Aurigae thought bitterly, suddenly not feeling sorry at all for the Primarch for having to deal with the Commander Astra on first contact. She used her access codes to link all the data feeds she would need into her suit to have everything on hand. “Curious reports red for undocking, we are likewise… green?” I’m getting a headache.

“Thank you, XO.” Carthus was about to take his seat when he paused, remembering something. “Yes, life tip: Condition White - ship docked, skeleton crew. Green - standard operation. Blue - ship about to attack or otherwise in an abnormal situation. Red - ship damaged, under attack or otherwise in a very bad situation. Black - ship lost. As for regular colors: green, white and orange are good, red and black are bad.”

NSS Latanos, Engineering Deck

Upon exiting the monorail that took them to the aft section, they were greeted by yet another checkpoint, this time accompanied by massive blast door with an air lock. Behind it was engineering itself, a ring encircling the main reactor, separated by bulkheads into six sections, each responsible for a different group of subsystems - main control, power management, life support, propulsion, weapons management and FTL control. Entering from the left side of the ring, Adaris led Omicri counterclockwise through the ring, explaining the purpose the various sections served before reaching the foremost sector.

“An here is the heart of the thing. While all sectors can operate independently, this is where all the information aggregates. Like a switch on a local area network. For security reasons, each sector has direct access to escape capsules on the outer ring walls. The main reactor is inside the ring, while the backup, smaller one is in the front.” he pressed a few controls on his tacpad. A horn accompanied by a vocal radiation warning played in her suit. “If you hear this, seal your suit and make to the nearest airlock for decontamination. Green lights with a symbol of an atom with a splitting core mean radiation, red lights with the same symbol mean lethal dose. Personnel files of everyone you will be working with are waiting for you in your intranet mail. Before I answer any questions you might’ve, what specialisation were you? Or were you a general engineer, a bit of everything?”

“Lethal dose to you is not even a sunburn for me.” Omicri said, “I can not claim to be fine if I take a bath in the core, but I can most likely perform maintenance on the primary circuit once it cooled down a little or make emergency repairs in the contaminated area if necessary. And if all else fails, I have a personal shield installed on my suit.” the Faira said, recalling some of the specs that were sent her way earlier.

“I have about 170 years under my belt, I have the basic gist of everything I needed on the Curious, hence why I made Master engineer. That means nothing. I’ll need to go over schematics and safe operating limits of your tech if I am to perform to expectation. That said… I can’t wait to get my hands on them. I do like to tinker with engines in my free time though, I suppose that would do for specialization?”

“You’ve just volunteered for containment and cleanup, then! The power crew will like you.” Adaris bellowed with a hearty laugh. “But if you see red, expect to start those around you to start vomiting blood and dying in agony. What kinds of engines, magnetoplasma rockets? Combustion engines? Solid-fuel chemical rockets?”

“Ours use magnetoplasma rockets and Ion drives, but that is just work. For the last decade I’ve been toiling away on a gravimetric drive with Commander’s assistance, but it’s still some time away. If you had any other ideas for drives, I’d like to have a look at them off-duty.” The engineer said, a sparkle in her violet eyes. “Back to the reactor at hand… It would help if you let us install a shield unit around it.”

“I’m not sure about the power requirements, our weapons can be power hogs. Perhaps the shield could start as a failsafe, only engaging in case of a breach to see how that works. That technology is still a mystery to us. If you would send me more details, I would look over them and decide. If you would like to broaden your horizons a little, I’m sure the hangar crew chief would let you work the strike craft for a time. Combustion engines, miniaturized components, solid fuel boosters and more. The reactor is encased in a cooled lead shell. If radiation starts leaking here, it means we’ve a big hole in the ship. As for the drives, I started at weapons engineering. Engines are not exactly my field. Besides, research and development mostly happens elsewhere, not on serving ships.”

“I beg to disagree, research should be done where it’s also applied. That’s where the information is gathered and where it can be best put to test. Any other transfer just dilutes it and provides a delay.” the Faira shook her head, but then waved a hand over it. “I am fairly certain I won’t be able to say the admiralty to give you access to the working of the technology, but a sealed unit working either off of its own power source or a buffer capacitor might be doable. It would be more of a meltdown measure than for any battle damage, but still, it might prevent some of those agonizing deaths.”

“Weapons engineering would be fun if my CO didn’t outclass every single one of us in that. Don’t let her personality fool you, Commander Astra may not have came up with our battle doctrine, but she’s the one who made it possible.”

“Those who have the minds don’t necessarily have the meat to be military. And many of the things you see around you are developed by private companies. It helps keep the economy going. If we can install the shield without gutting half the ship and we can support it while staying within limits, then we can have a deal. But it has to go through the primarch and the council first.”

He didn’t know what to think of the Faira commander. She didn’t strike him as bad, but in a private moment, the primarch made a few unflattering remarks.

“Those deaths should be prevented by not having a hole blown straight through our hull and containment.” “Although truth be told, if we have to draw blades, the best thing that could happen is the primarch gets incapacitated and XO takes over. That or we’re all dead.” he thought grimly, but kept it to himself.

“True, but… Sorry, can’t say.” Omicri looked towards the ground, her face unreadable. “Funny thing though, your economy. How in the world did such unmitigated chaos manage to fund your nation into space I’ll never fathom.” she smiled.

“Has anyone told you how we unified?” Adaris raised an eyebrow.

“More unmitigated chaos?” The engineer snorted, “To us, that’s how most things your nation does seems like. We can not tell how it works, and yet, here you are.”

“The death toll took years to count accurately. Before that? You’d find ten different nations struggling to make it out of the system. But you are right, sometimes I get lost in it myself. That’s why I don’t bother, and just maintain the ship. I suggest we get to that.”
Diamond - Skipping class


"Hey." Diamond waved to Oswald as he was leaving class, herself leaning against the wall opposite the exit, a frown on her face. Instead of PE, she's been stuck at the infirmary, getting her arm poked and prodded. She originally went there when it started feeling like ants were crawling under her unfeelign skin. She didn't have much hope, but she could nto fathom why it took the good doctor thirty minutes to figure out it was just a phantom. And what could have possibly bene in my eye that needed to be shone on by a fucking searchlight? I can still see a black dot in that eye!

"Finally a class where yee lot didn't leave me alone to rot. Do you need a piggyback to the next class?" She smirked with a challenging tilt of a head. since her schedule was reshuffled again as teachers and parts of herself came and went, Diamond had no idea what this particular class' teacher would be like, but hey, it could not possibly be any worse than Vanhomrigh... Riiiiight?

@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN
"I'm afraid not. I believe it is actually what allows you to heal so well compared to us. It is a matter-energy highway which we lack, relying on osmosis to distribute what little solids we need. Think about it, the best medium for such an organ is a liquid. None of that on the Homeworld." the Commander smirked. "Perhaps if we one day manage to improve our logic node growth, we could grow more advanced bodies for ourselves. Not that would be an achievement!"

Nodding to acknowledge the crew transfer, she beckoned to the door: "shall we go fetch your people then? I imagine you would like to join ont he tour of the ship? I would like to visit the Lanatos if I may when my people leave to join you." she asked, eager to get a few notes on general shipbuilding herself.

ED Explorer, hangar bay

Cygnus patched into the sector control channel, standing by to welcome the new reinforcements aboard. "Glaive six, Explorer actual. You are cleared to enter the port-side hangar. Be advised you'll have to guide her in manually, our docking systems have not yet been updated to navigate your ships in." she said, looking at the entrance to see the strange Narix craft fly in.
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