STC Tumen ( BH-828) 
Deep in Ahman Sul territory


The Blak Jak hovered ominously in the distance. Guns still trained on the defenseless Septonian vessel. Many eyes were locked on the ship, each having its own vision of the outcome but better than that, what riches they would gather. One set though, wasn't watching the prize but rather thermal and EM signals from inside. It was obvious to him who was alive and who was not as the sensors clearly shown the ones moving and the bodies drifting.

"I wonder what they are up to now." Hjanti said under his breath. Perhaps he was admiring the tenacity or perhaps just letting them have hope before crushing them beneath his heels.

Aradite forces were swift in their captains task, loading the dead in to the escape pods for their one last mission in to the void. All the while the bridge crew watched closely. As they completed the loading, the primary sensors officer seemed overly thrilled.

"Captain! they're launching escape pods! Gonna get that ship now." 

Hjanti placed his hand against his forehead and stated with the utmost sarcasm, "I'm happy someone was here to tell me what I was seeing." He lowered his hand and turned to his weapons officer, "Target the escape pods. Kill them." and with an evil grin, that officer trained the Point defense weapons on the decoys. 

Turrets snapped in to place as they targeted the fleeing pods and with a few dim flashes of red light, thin beams hit the pods and caused them to explode in a faint blast. After the last one exploded, the Blak Jak slowly moved towards the now-trapped Aradites. "Captain, what about the existing heat signatures." one asked. 

"Don't worry about them." Hjanti said. He knew something was up. He had met Aradites before and knew they could be difficult.

A few minutes later on board the Aradite ship, The remaining bridge crew would be caught by that deafening silence before seeing a bright contrail fly right over the bridge and then turn sharply to the right. Seconds later, another blared by followed a trailing volley of small torpedoes. The second contrail launched a flare, sending the missiles away right before the contrail seemingly disappeared. If the crew were to turn around, the Blak Jak was firing point defense weapons wildly in all directions. Tracers from kinetic weapons and thin red beams dotted the area around the still approaching warship.

The crew may be delighted to watch but would be shaken by a extremely loud metal clanking sound that would indeed rock the ship. Seconds later, the entire Septonian vessel had made a 180. Its bridge having full visual of the battle that they were now slowly moving away from. The Blak Jak turned to seemingly broadside the Septonian vessel but not before a ship just slowly appeared in front of them. The warship wasn't extremely large but its role as a warship was beyond obvious. It turned and the two exchanged heavy cannon fire. Rounds exploded or bounced off both ships shields as the Septonians were pulled away. 

Another one of those seemingly friendly warships flew right over the bridge before firing a volley of its own and then six more of those faint contrails darted by as well. The Blak Jak was now surrounded and outgunned. Hjanti forced a visual in to the Septonian vessel. He was human, maybe. Gruff but well kept. He only stared at the crew of the ship. "I'll catch ya later." and with a grin, the visual ended and the Blak Jak could be seen rotating away from the fight and then doing a quick jump from the area.

Problems were not over for the Aradites now though. Another violent explosion rocked the ship, sending parts flying in all directions. After a moment, the entire aft section of the ship could be seen floating behind the bridge crew. As they were continuously pulled away, the aft section exploded in a bright array of colors. The actual situation was that an un-exploded round had lodged itself in near the ships primary drive core. A dick move by the pirates that if they were to flee, the munition would explode, destroying the would be lucky survivors.

More bright lights would be seen as the vessel was encased in a very faint green field before being pulled in to warp speed.

-Hours later-


The Aradite vessel would find itself near a busy world surrounded by orbital structures and what would seemingly be a free-way of sorts. Ship engine lights stretching far in to the distance. This was one of the hub worlds of the Ahman Sul nation. A few more moments passed by, repair drones would be seen flying about the ship before another image would be seen, but not in the form of a hologram. A small Varal fighter rose up to face the ship at near point blank. It forced comms through. "Y'all are lucky.. Had we not picked up a distress call a few hours before you warped in, that Pirate ship would've sank you quick. Though, I'm not sure why it didn't just outright destroy your ship."

A few moments passed by. "If you'd be so kind as to allow teams aboard your.. well whats left of a ship, they can get your people medical aid and help you depart your ship."

At the aft areas of the ship where the hallways were now exposed due to having half the ship removed. A group of people in space suits floated. They made sure they were in obvious, very visible locations. All had side arms but to any commander, that precaution would be understandable. They waited for any sign, a door to open, a flare, anything. 

Behind them a sign was lit up and written in clear Aradite it read,

[i]Welcome, to Ahman Sul.[/i]