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A small fleet, ten ships in all, alone in the vast expanse and dark of space. Two days had been spent waiting for centuries old jump drives to recharge for the fold into jumpspace again. It had been this way for two years for the fleet. One jump to the next system, praying to find a viable world, set up a supply line, and then the two to three days wait to begin again while the jump drive capacitors recharged for the next hop. All the while, following strange signals that somehow exceeded the speeds and range of the best hyperpulse generators.
None of the transmissions had been compiled or decrypted into proper feed, but the fact they were not natural stellar radio bursts, the fact they did exceed all rational limits of even superluminal communications bands, especially this far out, warranted investigation. They were sixty-five hundred light years from home, nearing the outer reaches of a galactic arm often seen as ancient history. Despite the void between their home region and that distant spur, they had discovered viable worlds for resources and production, and far enough from the conflicts at home to be safe.
The signals they had found, though. They suggested that something intelligent lay within the band of stars ahead. One more series of jumps, entry into the ancient arm of the galaxy, and perhaps answers.
Post by Alexander Steiner on Apr 30, 2020 2:56:12 GMT
Moving through uncharted space was always a challenge. Only the best of the best had accompanied Alexander on this voyage to ensure accuracy in everything that they did. If the course they had plotted included even one wrong calculation based on forward scans, the fleet and all of its crew would end up as space dust on the side of a misbegotten planet. Yet, anticipation was high in the air, as every cadet, every naval hand, every cook, moved with a sense of both pride and fear. They were all prideful because this was the first major voyage in centuries for discovery. While they were still in line with the desire for resources, that desire led them finally away from the war torn homes they were all accustomed to. Yet, nothing overcame the fear of the unknown.
Well, except excitement. Plastered across Alexander’s face was a smirk, even as the warning claxons fired to alert the ship that they were about to emerge from the jump. It was clear he was pleased with himself and the crew’s effort over the last years. Perhaps this was something to be proud of indeed. The ship lurked as the view around them began to blur as it rumbled to a hult. The ancient machines had spent their stored power for one last needed major jump and had lived up to their refurbished praises.
“Think there will be a welcoming party?” The second in command said, looking from his seat to Alex who, once at full stop, blast shield coming away from the forward windows, shrugged.
“If there is, I’m sure they’ll be pleased to see us.” The sarcasm was heavy, but the jest was not lost on him. They had been trapped in these heaps of metal for over 2 years now, and what fun they could make, they would. Yet, as the blast shields locked into place revealing the ‘welcoming party’, the smile was wiped from his face. To them, no one could track the jumps they made, yet that was from their home. Alexander spun on his heels and barked one word - “BATTLESTATIONS!”
"For the glory of House Steiner. Lyran Commonwealth above all."
After the cluster of ships had emerged from jumpspace, it had taken little time for the commanding officer of the lead police vessel to have tactical scans and assessment by the resident Aurora Unit. The results, amusingly, were not as expected.
"You're positive, One-seven-one?"
"Confirmed, Lieutenant Ys'mar. None of the vessels in that battle group have any level of active defense shielding raised. Hull material appears to be titanium based, no identifiable friend or foe registry codes broadcasting. Ship designs seem consistent with older twenty-third and twenty-fourth century terran vessels in historical databases."
Human ships. And over five centuries old, no less. Interesting. The yonhet narrowed his eyes while tugging down the bottom of his uniform. It was sadly too late to contact the Confederation to handle this matter, as it could take several days for them to arrive, and they needed to sort this situation as soon as possible. It could be another civilization within the galaxy, conducting their own exploration and managing to reach the outskirts of the Orion Spur...or it could be someone looking for a fight as the Kromus were.
"I suppose we should make the first move. Prepare first contact transmissions, make sure to include Terran standard languages in the language cycles, and open all broadca-"
"Alert. Unknown ships are powering what appear to be weapon batteries, and breaking their formations."
The yonhet sighed before nodding to the waiting weapons station. "All power to defense grid, prepare our own offensive batteries, and inform boarding teams that we will need officers to prepare. Let's try and take them into custody alive." A pause as he glanced again to the holographic image that represented the ship's Aurora Unit. "One-seven-one, make sure to broadcast who we are, terms of their surrender to police custody, and advisement to power their weapons down before we melt their hulls."
Post by Alexander Steiner on May 8, 2020 10:06:20 GMT
The engineers aboard the lead vessel may have been some of the best that existed in the Lyran Commonwealth, but that didn't change the fact that these ships were mothballed for years under the SLDF deep space holds. System arrays were flashing warnings they vaguely understood as the naval PPC's were charged to operational under the strain of the ship's core. Alexander growled through clenched teeth. "I need an answer!" He barked to the lead technician who was sat at his station, flipping through the ships radar contacts. The man was young, but a prodigy among his people, earning his way into such a noble mission. A young Tobias Jackson looked up to return the General turned Admiral's order.
"Sir, if I'm understanding this correctly, I'm seeing fields outside of normal ECM ranges. We may be treading on dangerous territory. According to these readouts, they're powering up weapons. I cannot tell you what will happen when we fire these guns. If you choose aggression, we may be more outmatched than we could ever imagine." His answer was not one he knew Alexander would like to hear and braced for ridicule, even if he was not known for being so harsh. After all, they were all stressed after finally reaching their destination only to be greeted as such. The tapping against the arm of the command seat could be heard across the bridge, filed down nails thudding one after another on the hard surface before he finally rose from his seat, walking to the large window at the ship's helm.
"Shut those damn alarms up. Tobias, can you access this ships comm arrays? Are they at least attempting to contact? Let's pray to god they speak something that makes sense." The tech's response after a few seconds of digging was a pre-recorded message playing over the loudspeakers, speaking of surrender and police custody. These were not words that were part of Alex's vocabulary, but he wasn't as foolish as he was prideful. "Attempt to return a message at the same frequency. Detail who we are, who I am, and that our lady the Archon would be quite cross should news of our unsightly end somehow reach back to the Commonwealth. Let's see if these new 'friends' understand the meaning of an understanding. Leave the weapons powered on. If they are to open fire, we will not be found going without a fight."
Alexander's second in command, a graying haired commander from the 2nd Succession War fame, a Mister Markus Brando turned and made sure these were carried out with extreme precision. It was dangerous times now, as all the uncertainty of their trip relied on the next few moments. One misstep and it would be up to fate to decide their outcome. Markus was one to weigh on the side of caution and certainty.
"For the glory of House Steiner. Lyran Commonwealth above all."
Minutes passed as they waited for a response. The Aurora Unit had broadcast standard surrender terms in the seven primary Terran standard languages, and if their opposites were in fact of some Terran origin, then the message should be understood.
It was now the wait.
"Response incoming. They are using an older Terran dialect identified within the Germanic language family, and they identify as an expeditionary force under the command of Alexander Steiner of the Lyran Commonwealth. They claim to be on a mission of survey under the flag of the 'Archon', and do not wish conflict, but will defend themselves if provoked, and repercussions will be imminent should word of dire fate reach the 'Inner Sphere'."
So some kind of branch of the humans, or one of their lost colonies that there had been rumors of since the Machine War. Interesting. Their response was certainly one expected for their species, so it seems some things were, in fact, ingrained in the DNA.
"Send a message to Sol Sector, advise them of our encounter and that they should send someone to deal with their lost children." Ys'mar gave a sigh as he crossed the bridge and slid into his command chair to rest his feet. "Advise Central on Daiban of our situation, and notify our escort units to hold position while we await a response from the Confederation. Let these 'Steiners' know that we will hold here as we await further instruction, but we do welcome them to the Galactic Federation...and strongly suggest that they power down weapons, and get someone on their comms that is trained in diplomacy and first contact situations."
The day could have gone worse, but the sooner someone from the Confederation could get on the line, the better. Ys'mar had never been fond of dealing with Terrans. Not humans persay, as there was a distinct difference between the humans who had separated from their origin systems, and those that were part in whole of the Confederation. The chief officer of the Federation Police was human, and himself openly had no love or loyalty for Sol Sector. But Terrans had always been a particular breed of their own, and in Ys'mar's experience, it was better to let them handle their own.
Post by Alexander Steiner on May 16, 2020 9:40:22 GMT
Alexander was grumbling from his command chair. He waved his hand signaling them to cut the connection, watching it fizzle away into static before their eyes. Tapping the arm of the chair he turned to the gunnery sergeant and nodded. "Kill power to the weapon systems and pass the message to the rest of the ships. We don't need a war on our hands the moment we set foot in this system. It'll be another fucking Davion." The men laughed at this more light hearted statement as Alex rose from the seat. Shaking his head he spoke to all the men on the deck. "Look at us, a bunch of wayward children suddenly in the hands of unruly guardians. Make sure our suits are straight and your hair is combed. Wouldn't want a beating for disobeying an elder, now would we?" The whirring of energy died down as the ship's power systems drained from the various capital weapons.
Instead, as a show of peace, every one of the ships in formation unfurled their solar sails. The wide, sweeping copper sheets radiated soon with the local star's radiation as the ships entered a full helpless state. "Good. Now, where's Lieutenant Morales? Get him up here to the main deck and let him hope to creation that those classes he took in the academy on alien relations actually holds some merit." The ship was bustling with noise at this point. People were moving to and from, nervously. It was an odd thing, having your life in the hands of a being you've never laid eyes on, nor has anyone laid eyes on. When their loved ones had fought and died in the wars, they at least knew their enemy. Here, the thought of death seemed twisted, unfair. It left those with less morale a bit shaken up.
But it was a matter of waiting for now. It wouldn't be until the mediator's arrived that they would have some kind of answers or solace. It was simply going to be a wait until they would find out. A very tense, nervous wait. "Why don't we get a couple of the boys prepped. Don't start up their reactors, but should we be boarded, I wouldn't want the surprise to be lackluster?" This was a general phrase to the team operating comms, who quickly scrambled to phone down to the engineering bays. It at least gave them something to do to spend the quiet time of waiting.
"For the glory of House Steiner. Lyran Commonwealth above all."
It was of mild annoyance that they were outside of the Federation subspace relay network that would have allowed for almost instantaneous communications with Daiban or Sol Sector. As it was, it could be some hours before they received a response from the Confederation, even with a hyperburst transmission.
"Advise our guests that we are, sadly, awaiting response from our superiors, and put the patrol group on mid-class alert." Ys'mar sighed as he rubbed his forehead. It was going to be a long day, he determined. "Extend an invitation for some of their commanders to meet with us here on the Surac Mor'da under a mark of first contact goodwill, have the ship's food staff research some suitable Terran foods, and make sure we can present a good diplomatic foward as we wait for Central to give further directions."
"Yes, lieutenant."
Another sigh as the yonhet would turn his eyes to the holographic projection of the ship's Aurora Unit. "One-seven-one, get me a tablet with a brief review of first contact protocols. Not afraid to admit, I haven't read those since the academy."
"Affirmative, lieutenant. Should I assign service drones to prepare your formal uniform for meeting the representation party when they arrive?"
The lieutenant would nod after a hesitant pause. He was far more used to handling minor pirate raids and coordinating peacekeeper efforts following Kromus assaults, but Ys'mar had been trained in the rarely used protocols for first contact, like any command-grade officer of the Galactic Federation Police. He could manage this until his superiors gave further directives.
"Give our guests a two hour window to prepare their own. And make sure that we have a security detail prepared for them. For their safety as well as our own."
Post by Alexander Steiner on Jun 10, 2020 20:38:09 GMT
The transmission came as somewhat of a surprise, just as Lt. Mark Morales arrived on the command deck. It had the same semblance of the common tongue as the first - a slight robotic. The end goal was met however, and the people of importance on the Eiserne Seele had gathered to hear and acknowledge the transmission. Alex had spent its duration at the comms panel, stroking his now bearded chin to the message. “So, they don’t want to wait after all huh? And here I thought we’d have time for tea.” He jested, turning to his second, Commander James Ramius. “James, you and I, along with Lieutenant Morales will accept this gracious offer. We’ll bring a few more of our security details who will pose as mediators. I refuse to go aboard a hostile ship with my back bent and my ass up.” He took a moment for pause. “Tobias!”
“Yes sir?” Tobias was quick to respond. This is why his hands were on the control of this ancient beast. Alex took a moment before he responded thinking how he wanted this worded.
“Our guests should not know about the present before it’s time for the party, you understand? Make sure the presents are nice and cold and their doors sealed tight. Wouldn’t want any spoil sports peeking early. But have their pilots at the ready. If the ship is to be boarded, there should be plenty of room down there to move.” Tobias merely saluted and began the necessary calls down to the hangars in the belly of the beast.
“Put on your Sunday best and meet me by the docking collar. Lieutenant Morales?”
“Yes sir!”
“Let them know we’ll need transport. Give them the location of the docking collar and tell them eight men will be waiting for their arrival in those two hours.”
“Roger Commander!”
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Some time passed as they awaited transport to the guardian ship. It was no Eiserne Seele, that was for sure, and for that him and the other men spoke a breath of relief to see four walls around them that were not the same. On the other hand, this monstrosity was to be like a prison for them, even if they were to act like guests in another’s home. All of the men were dressed sharply. Alexander had adorned his navy cap and his military jacket showing his rank of grand admiral and high general of the Steiner forces. Of course, the center crest was that of House Steiner. Being fiercely proud would have to come with looking good, he always thought. Shame he couldn’t go for a shave first, was what was on his mind. Calm as ever, stern as ever, even in the face of the unknown. Hopefully, these guardians would just be peaceful. It was honestly what he hoped for. What he really worried over though, the one thing breaking his resolve, is if the guests were able to grasp what the hidden present was anyways.
"For the glory of House Steiner. Lyran Commonwealth above all."
A dozen officers standing by as their shuttle runabout locked against the designated docking collar of the ancient human ship, the runabout pilot would eye the hull of the larger human vessel through the projected holographic 'viewport. Their task was simple, straightforward, and yet one of the riskier objectives considering the dangers that lurked out in the uncharted space between galactic arms.
The lead police trooper would nod once the airlock confirmed connection and seals. Moments later, the shuttle's primary doors would thump as locks cycled and released to open the normally sealed panels. The lead trooper would step forward, their atmospheric unit adjusting to filter the newly mixed in air. "Lieutenant Ys'mar sends his greetings and welcomes you and your entourage to the GFPV Surac Mor'da. We're still waiting for response from the central police command on Daiban, as well as the Confederation in Sol Sector, but the lieutenant has made preparations for your visit and a meal that draws on information of regional cuisines native to Sol-III, the human species homeworld."
A pause, and then a gesture to the hold of the runabout. "If you and your escort would board, we can be back to the Surac Mor'da within minutes."