[b]Sol System, Terran Orbit[/b]
"That's the last of the bastards!"

A wing of fighters flew through the debris of a destroyed warship. Fergus scowled at the burnt insignia on the wreckage, a Crescent Moon ans star painted over with a Christian Cross, then a Star of David, then another Cross. He knew it was just culture, but the fact that he had to fight off his own parents just because he was different certainly didn't help with tolerating the human religions. 

[i]Idiots, why couldn't they just work together? Would make my damn job a hell of a lot easier.[/i]

"Sir!"

The voice came from his fighter's comms systems, a surprise to Fergus. Radio silence was usually maintained when he was in orbit with the rest of the squadron, something big must have come up.

"What is it, Command? More terrorists?"

"No, we've detected a fleet of five vessels! They appear to be four frigates and a battleship, there are no grav rings and their engines are centuries ahead of humanity. They're not human."

"Do they bear the Green Belt?"

"No, Sir!"

"Assume hostile. Send all ships in the area, use antimatter jump drives. I'll bring my squadron."

"Understood Sir!"

Fergus tapped a few controls on his panel, then spoke to the other pilots.

"Antimatter jump drives, Martian Orbit, now!"

The fighter squadron's engines stopped glowing blue and began to leave behind an orange trail. After a few seconds, they glowed like the sun, accelerating the fighters well over human g limits. After thirty long minutes, the fighters turned around and began to slow. Finally, they reached Mars after another thirty minutes, and saw the human fleet gathering in orbit. All six dreadnoughts, twenty frigates, dozens upon dozens of OSA patrol ships, and multiple civilian craft that had volunteered.

"This is Wings of Gliese [i]Befälhevaran[/i] Fergus McClain. All ships advance on unidentified fleet! Assume hostile, repeat, assume hostile!"

The fleet advanced towards the Iscandarian ships, with weapons trained right on them. Fergus ordered his squadron to stay back, and flew his fighter right up to the alien fleet. He got a good look at the commander through the battleships bridge windows, she looked like an angel in a literal sense. For a moment, he felt at peace, as if all was well. At least, that's what he thought it was. The last time he was at peace was beyond his memory. However, he didn't recognize her species or the species of anyone else on the bridge, and she ship's insignia was anything but the familiar Green Belt. He opened a comm channel to the battleship, speaking as clearly as he possibly could.

"This system and species is under the protection of the Wings of Gliese. You have entered their space and are therefore assumed to be hostile. I am the protector of humanity. If you fire first then they will have less of a chance. We must fire first. If you are peaceful, then I apologize, but I cannot take any risk."

He broke off, flying back towards the human fleet.

"All ships, open fire."

The human fleet let loose a barrage of railgun and torpedo fire, The fighter squadron went up close to the alien ships, tearing at their shields with laser fire.The torpedoes streaked toward the alien ships, leaving behind a green trail of plasma as they accelerated. Marines flew towards the ships, armed with coilguns and laser cutters. Every once in a while, one of them would loose control. Mostly the ones in orange suits, as they were civilians. Despite the heavily decreased mobility, their suits provided much greater protection. Probably a good thing them their lack of skill is taken into account.