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The Inter-Galaxal Wars, Part One
Posted By: Hunter_Killer<jlp8118@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 29 September 2003, 1:41 AM
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War is hell. War always has been, from Ugh and his stones to Hitler's Armies. However, War was shoved on humanity by the Covenant, and Humanity intends that if it is to be it's end, it would make such an end as to be remembered in the annals of time.
The Year is 2579 A.D., 6 Years after the battle of Earth. Humanity, through some miracle(Named the Master Chief), has survived the vicious assault of the Enemy, and pushed him back.
The Prophets overthrown, the Covenant realized their mistake, before it was too late. They declared a peace with the UNSC, and the Humans gradually recovered from their great wounds and aches. Much, much death has been had, the Human race almost wiped clean.
However, we recovered quickly. So now, the Covenant and the UNSC have bonded to become the United Confederation of Planets, gaining two other members who, inspired by the peace, entered the Confederation.
Universal Translators, given to all of the Confederation's members, allow different species (or different Nations i.e.: Chinese and French) to talk easily and smoothly.
However, new threats, as they always have, present themselves...
0900 Hours, 12 May, 2579(Confederation Military Time)
Civilian Trade Frigate Morningstar, Conan Nebula, en route to Chei Seti 4
"Slipspeed ahead, Ensign," Commanded Lt. S.g. Tar'Kadol, a Taiidarian Male, the Commanding Officer.
She's... not responding, sir." The Human Ensign swiveled his seat to face Tar'.
"What!? That can't be..."
"Sir! We're caught in an energy field of some kind! We can't break free!"
"What!? Energy field?" His barrage of questions were cut off by the sight produced by the viewport.
A massive ship, with a strange color never seen before, sat before them. Trying to describe this would be like describing Purple to a blind man, so we'll leave it at that. It's shape was also strange.
"No Confed. Ident Codes, no insignia matching database, color never used by the Confederation... Um... they're not ours." The bamboozled Science officer said, whilst conducting scans.
"Who the hell..."
"A strange power surge... they're powering weapons!"
"Red Alert! Power Up Laser Cannons! Shields to full!"
"Incoming!!" A pulse beam sliced right through the Morningstar, breaking the hull in two.
A few seconds later, several smaller beams punctured the Bridge, Cargo Bays, crews' quarters, and Main Reactor.
The ship exploded in a brilliant flash, destroying 24 Sentient Beings and 100,000,000,000 unibucks, the Standard Confederation Currency, worth of Ship and Cargo.
Then, the mysterious ship disappeared into Slipspace.
1000 Hours, 14 May, 2579(Confederation Military time)
Confederation Slipspace Test Ship Mustang, emerging from slipspace , Conan Nebula
"Captain Riker, we've arrived," Announced Master Lt. Johnson, The Helm Officer.
"Excellent. Hail Chei Seti Spacedock," Commanded the Captain. So, the new Slipspace model worked. Ha! He'd like to see the looks on the faces of doubters, saying it was unreliable until the kinks were worked out, when they got his report!
"Uh... this isn't Chei Seti," Said the Communications Officer.
"What!?" Captain Riker was disappointed.
"NAVICOM needs a moment to recalibrate," Reported the Navigational Officer. After a second, "There we go. We're in the Conan Nebula."
"That's 2 and a half light years from target!"
"Sir, debris belt ahead. Scanning." The Science Officer Reported, and a mass of data and pictures materialized on the Holo-display in front of Riker.
A piece of the debris was highlighted, and words appeared under it.
Terrarium Carbonic Alloy
Confederation Insignia
Ident Code: 2G9D33DFR4724
LASER SCORING DETECTED
"Computer, look up Ident Code 2G9D33DFR4724 in Confed database," Commanded Riker.
"On it," Responded the Ship's Computer, then said a second later, "Trading Frigate Morningstar, last check in was at Confederation Security Station 183 at 0823 Hours two days ago."
"Laser Scoring... deploy salvage Corvette. Get the ship's Logs, if possible."
"Corvette Away," Announced the Chief Operations Officer.
A Launch Bay opened it's doors, and a ship that just fit through traveled out into the void, and headed for the debris.
Several Minutes went by. "Copy, Logs Found," A radio transmission from the Corvette stated, "Returning to ship."
"Good. Let's 'ave us a look, then."
Riker and his Senior Officers were in the briefing room. Riker had just turned on the logs.
"Lt's Log, Date 14 May, 2579. The Morning will go to Chei Seti 4, to trade with a merchant that's to rendezvous with us."
There was a pause, as the log had some gaps. "Sorry, Cap'n," Said the Science Officer, "The whole Logs couldn't be retrieved."
"We are now entering the Conan Nebula, still a way away from our destination."
LIVE RECORDING:
Ensign: "She's... not responding, sir."
Lt. Sg: "What!? That can't be..."
Ensign: "Sir! We're caught in an energy field of some kind! We can't break free!"
Lt. Sg: "What!? Energy field!?"
A Massive, weird shaped ship with a color never seen before floats in front of the Viewport.
Petty Officer, 1st Class: "No Confed. Ident Codes, no insignia matching database, color never used by the Confederation... Um... they're not ours."
Lt. Sg: "Who the hell..."
PO, 2nd Class: "A strange power surge... they're powering weapons!"
Lt. Sg: "Red Alert! Power Up Laser Cannons! Shields to full!"
Master Chief Petty Officer of Fleet: "Incoming!!"
the Screen becomes a garble of static.
Riker halts the recording. "Get me Fleet Command. They ain't gonna believe this."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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