[b]Zerg Planet: Light of New Dawn
Galactic Coordinates 13788-0920
Lynat Sector
Border World 0248
Several Hundred-Thousand Kilometers in front of the JSBF Silent Sentinel
[@Luna_Maria] & [@OfWindAndRain] [/b]

[b]UZF Siren's Rose[/b]
Space seemed to distort in a circular pattern in multiple positions, and from these came a variety of ships. A few moments later, the ships activated their sensor suites, scanning the surrounding area. "Captain, we're through. All systems are coming online now, sir," spoke a young lieutenant manning the operations console, before returning to the task that was the tapping of keys and pressing of buttons.

"Thank you, lieutenant," Captain Nasko Feo spoke, before returning to reading the latest report from the too-smart Zenohunts aboard the [i]UZF White Wolf[/i], the science ship that was accompanying the flotilla - or rather, that the flotilla [i]accompanied[/i]. Ever since the war with the Lasdan, expanding the territories and known lands was never done alone. Whenever going to a completely new system, a ship was accompanied by a formation of UZF ships. It wasn't something that captain Nasko cared for - he figured that if a science ship was armed enough, it could go by itself. At least it gave him something to do rather than guarding a border planet.

And, it gave him a shot at commanding a flotilla. That was [i]sure[/i] to make him seem better to the promotion board.

"Captain!" Someone yelled, freeing Nasko from his own thoughts. Upon looking at the speaker, Nasko realised it was the sensor consoleman. "We have a contact on sensors, one ship, perhaps corvette class, approaching fast." The captain reacted quickly, issuing out orders with a strong voice. "Red alert! Bring guns to full readiness. Comms, hail it. Send it the first contact greeting, text and vocal. Also, warn it not to engage. Tell commander Wilar to deploy his fighters."

"More contacts! Three ships. I'm presuming them carrier class because of their size," the sensor consoleman called. This surprised the captain, and forced him to think. If the carriers were already moving at such a speed, there was no way that they had moved to attack the flotilla. Had they just walked into an internation, perhaps interspecies conflict? If so, who was the good, and who was the bad?

Taking a gamble that the corvette was fleeing, as the carriers were flying straight for it, he made the decision to help it; perhaps it could tell him more of the situation, if they could even communicate; It was almost a one-hundred percent possibility that the occupants of the ship spoke a different language than Zenospeak, the Zenohunt's own language.

"Order all ships to move to defend that corvette. To clarify, we are [i]not[/i] targeting the corvette, we are going to try and see what is going on here, and engage the carriers if they remain accelerating. Comms, send a message to the three carriers via text, tell them to hold position or at least stop accelerating. Hopefully they can translate it."

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1x Heavy Cruiser
1x Heavy Destroyer
2x Heavy Frigates
1x Escort Carrier
2x Light Frigates
1x Science and Exploration Vessel
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