Near the Orion arm/galactic core border of the Hegemony, a destroyer-sized ship exits the berth of a small station, the berth almost the size of the station attached to it. The destroyer maneuvers using a system of chemical thrusters, and after drifting away to a safe distance, begins a 'burn' further away, propelling itself through the depths of space with a series of nuclear bombs' explosions. After pausing for a bit, a distance away, it seems to warp the space around itself, before simply disappearing. Shortly thereafter, the Alcubierre drive stops, leaving the ship in another star system. Inside...

"Captain, all drive tests successful, and we are now nearing the designated point. To pass the time, I recommend detailing mission parameters to your lieutenants. Sir." The younger man in the center of the bridge nodded at whatever voice was speaking in his earpiece. "That's what I was planning to do. Thank you for the heads-up, Major Tom. Return to your duties.". The A.I. replied, "Yes, Captain."

A short while later, soon after the jump, many important looking individuals are cramped into a simple briefing room. The captain, who is amusingly the youngest, yet most 'professional' looking person in the room, soon takes center stage next to a chalkboard. "Hello, as Captain of this vessel, I'm obligated to explain and detail our next mission. We'll be rendezvousing to create a new task force- 148-, with a few other vessels in the Hegemony. The flagship will be the.. interestingly... named...", he struggles to pronounce the name as he eyes it on a paper he brought with him, "...Will be a Teotl class dreadnought with a fucking eldritch naming convention. It's mainly kitted out for short-range, brutal boarding actions, and has two boarding platoons, each a thousand men strong.".

One of the other individuals there whistles, the security captain. "The Teotl class, if I remember correctly, is extremely armored. Thus, in combat situations, Helmsman, maneuver the Trapper behind the... Mic-tee-lanen-tek-uh-t-li-li?... stupid fucking name. In any case, remember to work with our Weapons Officer to ensure maximum accuracy during combat maneuvers. The next ships are the two cruisers of the task force, the HSV Nelson, a flag-cruiser, suited for electronic warfare and superb weapon systems... [i]similiar to our Trapper[/i]..., and the HSV Europa that... with my information and research, seems to be a test model. The captain is probably itching to get his ship and himself killed in action, with that posting!" He and his subordinates laugh a bit at that joke, before continuing.

"The next ship is a 2KM long super-sized fleet repair vessel, designed to work on important systems even during combat. With our armoring the captain of THAT ship is going to hate us!". Another bout of muffled laughter, "It has an A.I. aboard for that it looks like. Tom, feel free to assist him in his endeavours, occasionally. Next two vessels, and the last ones, are destroyers, similar sized to our lovely little freighter... And one I have no info on. We have an 'HSV Malediction' with us in the task force, a hit-and-run anti-capital ship type destroyer, should be helpful, and a 'HSV The Vulture's Claw'... another stupid name."

He continues,  "Well, this ship type must be brand spanking new, because I haven't found anything in any database about them yet, but judging from the grainy images they allowed us, it's a full combat setup, maybe a prototype?"

He continues explaining the ships' new fleet mates, and discussing tactics with his subordinates until they reach the area, Tom controlling the basic systems of the ship. After a few hours they arrive alone at the target area, ready for further orders, waiting patiently for the other vessels.