[b]May 2034[/b]:
Crown Princess Lucina Vaspen (8) flew into the great hall with all of her five siblings in tow. They look to be playing soldier with their wooden weapons of all descriptions, and their clothes have dirt and grass stains all over them as if they were just rolling around in the garden. Lucina ran straight up to the throne and takes cover behind it, Her siblings who are playing as the Wojteki this time, slowly approach the throne. Two of them staying back to give covering fire with their ranged weapons. Suddenly there is a roar from the throne, their father Wolfgang Vaspen shouts in a firm voice:
	“What are you doing in here?!”
	All of the children suddenly snap to their senses, they had been so caught up in playing their little war they forgot father had an important meeting with the head researchers! Wolfgang Vaspen noticing their shocked little faces, and proceeds to usher the Wojteki pretenders out of the room saying to them in a knowing tone:
	“We will talk about this later, but go get yourselves cleaned up, and get back to your studies.”
	Returning to the throne he finds his little Lucina standing there with her head down looking really subdued. He walks over to her gives her a little smile and says:
	"How many did you shoot?”
	She tilts her head up, smiles, and says:
	“I shot two of them in the garden, and one in the hallway outside before they chased me in here. They never play fair Dad! They 		always claim they can rise from the dead or something!”
	“Now now Lucina, you’ve heard my stories. There are almost always more than you expect, but we will talk about this more later. For now head back to your room and clean up, and please stop giving your Instructor the slip just to go play with the boys.”
	“Alright Dad.” she gives him a little smile and prances off to her room.
	Wolfgang watches her leave the room and turns back to the researchers, who have just been standing there watching the whole scene with knowing smiles on their faces. Wolfgang says:
	“How is the prototype coming along?”
	The head researcher Wilfred turnes to the Emperor and said with a little pride in his voice, 
	“It’s ready.”

[b]January 2057[/b] ([i][b]Venris[/b][/i])
	Princess Lucina had just arrived at the spaceport located just outside Venris the capital city. When she received word that her father, Emperor Wolfgang wanted to see her as soon as possible. Upon arrival at the castle she was escorted to her chambers and told to freshen up after her journey from the space station. So she took a quick shower and put on her favorite dress, and then went to the great hall to meet with her father.
	The Emperor had just finished a meeting with some of his military advisors when she entered the hall. She noted that her father typically didn’t call her into the hall during normal meeting hours, so this must be very important. She waited out of earshot of the current conversation for her father to dismiss the advisors, and when he did dismiss them she approached and said 
	“Hello Father, I trust you have been doing well while I was away.”
	The Emperor replied, “I have been doing as well as i can, but there is an important matter I need to speak with you about.”
	“Of course Father I am at your disposal.”
	“There seems to have been an incident in orbit, the Cindorayi Empire has had a few of their older satellites go berserk and attack their fleet, and their Orbital Command station.”
	“Do we know who orchestrated the attack?” the Princess said, clearly startled.
	“No but this only happened moments ago I’m sure the Cindorayi will issue a public statement soon, but I want our fleet to assist with search and rescue operations. I’m sure you can organize that, right Admiral Lucina?”
	“Of course Father I’ll have what ships can be spared from the current mission assist in the rescue operation.”
	“Very good, now if you will excuse me I have some other matters to attend to.”
	As the Emperor leaves the grand hall Princess Lucina rushes to her room to notify the fleet.


[b]January 2057[/b] ([i][b]Orbit[/b][/i])
The Vaspenian Fleet of seven corvettes have just left the space station, and are escorting three newly built exploration ships until they reach orbital escape velocity. Commander Konrad von Bock is relaxing aboard his command corvette, VES-101 ([i]Undine[/i]), when his navigational officer noticed some strange readings and said, “Commander i’m getting a large explosion of the port bow.”
	Konrad startled, replied “What? Are we being engaged?”
	“No sir, it seems the explosion came from quite a distance away.”
	“Can we get a visual on screen?”
	“Yes sir, working on it!”
The next few moments are complete silence as the entire Vaspenian Fleet looks on in awe of the massive explosion that once was the Cindorayi orbital Command station. The surviving Cindorayi corvettes, are also visible attacking and destroying their own satellites. Not knowing what happened Commander Konrad gives the order to maintain course and finish escorting the exploration ships. An hour later Konrad receives a message from Admiral Lucina, directing him to leave three of his corvettes to continue escorting the exploration ships, and to take the remaining four corvettes to assist the Cindorayians in search for any survivors and to collect the dead from the explosion.
Almost immediately Konrad relayed the orders to all other ships in the fleet, the corvettes VES-105([i]Gazelle[/i]),106([i]Niobe[/i]), and 107([i]Nymphe[/i]) were assigned to protect the exploration vessels. While corvettes VES- 101([i]Undine[/i]), 102([i]Arcona[/i]), 103([i]Thetis[/i]), and 104([i]Frauenlob[/i]) were ordered to assist. Commander Konrad immediately set course for the debris field that once was the Orbital Command station. Konrad then appraises his crew of the current situation, and what he expects from them.
	
[b]Excerpt from Konrad Von Bock’s after action report: [/b]
 “After the first six hours of searching the three corvettes dispatched to escort the exploration ships, 105, 106, and 107 arrived to assist us. In the end we managed to find the bodies of 18 fallen Cindorayi crew members, and 6 surviving crew members. Two were picked up from the wreckage of corvette #015, one from #007, two from #018, and one from #022. All of the Crewmembers living and dead were dropped off at Kalashnik Research Station. After removing the last of the dead, we returned to our own space station. Moral was in the pits the entire journey home, because we all knew that could happen to us at any time. One slip up was all it took to end up missing or dead.”