[b][h1][center]Earth, Sol System[/center][/h1][/b] [b][center]1500 hours[/center][/b] Two years, it had been two years since The Reapers had struck earth, two years since they thought they would complete the cycle. Those days still weighed heavily upon Travis' mind. He remembered the day the reapers lost very vividly, he remembers seeing them crash to earth, and the look of relief upon the faces of the assembled crew. He looked upon the monument to all the fallen in London, some of the Glasgow's own were etched upon that surface, and for a moment he felt that feeling that most commanding officers get when they see the names of those they lost. That they should be here, and he shouldn't. Of course many were unlucky in that battle, and he should of felt lucky that he was standing here at all, but he couldn't help but entertain those kind of thoughts. They ate at him everyday, the image of his failure, the image of how he felt he would never be good enough for those he lost. Clearly he had done something right, or wrong. Depending on how you looked at it to be one of three ships, and the only cruiser on this mission to reenter the newly rebuilt relay's, they would enter, and reimpose the system alliances laws, and customs back into planets that have since been isolated in their absence. They also had secondary missions. Find out where the Destiny Ascension, and the council went, see if there are any traces of the reapers left, and quell any piracy in the systems they went to. A tall order, but they'd be getting help as they kept pushing out from their relay's. Almost if on queue the datapad in Travis' pocket began a shrill beeping he quickly grabbed it, and looked at the message so as to not disturb any of the mourners. [i]"Shuttle in docking bay 04 has arrived, all remaining Glasgow crew members are required to board at this time. Thank you - Major Laskey."[/i] With all the haste he could muster, Travis wove his way through the crowds of both the memorial, and the docking bay back to the military shuttle. Here some crew members were saying their goodbyes to family, friends, and loved ones. But Travis had no one who would miss him when he was gone, which made things all the better for him. After the goodbyes were said, and the people boarded the shuttle departed heading into orbit, and for cruiser that stood on a space station dry dock. Travis couldn't help but admire The Glasgow from the windows of the shuttle. 707 meters of finely made steel, titanium, and beauty. They wouldn't have fighter craft as most of their work would be on the ground. So her fighter scaffolds laid empty so you got to see her untainted beauty. He imagined that some of his crew were brewing moonshine among them already. When the shuttle entered the supply bay, and the crew piled off it he wasted no time in heading to the brig and making a ship wide announcement. "Good evening everyone. This is your ship captain Travis Elliot. Some of you have been on the Glasgow since the beginning, some of you are new here. But there is one thing I wish to say. We are all now a family, and together as a family we are doing something that very few before us have done. Discovering a galaxy. I know what you're thinking we've been out there before, we know what to expect. But it's been two years out there, things are bound to have been changed, and we don't know what we are walking into. Will it be easy? Probably not, but we survived the reapers, we survived the worse the universe has thrown at us, and we will survive this. We will be bringing back law, and order to a galaxy that has spent two years without it. And for that, I have never been prouder of the Glasgow's crew, we will see this through. Captain Elliot out." With that he gave the signal for the release of the dry dock from his console, and had the helmsmen pilot her to the edge of the system, where the two frigates that would be their escort awaited them. They would be doing something that very few before them had did, they would be going once more unto the breach. They eased their way into the relay, and before they knew it they were entering relay travel once more this was a familiar sight for most of the crew, of course a few who had enlisted after the battle of Earth had yet to see it, so some of the bridge crew stared with their mouths agape. The simulations not preparing them for this. But none of the crew had been prepared for what happened next as they came out of relay travel they were alone. The escort was gone, there wasn't a relay in this system, and there didn't seem to be any recognizable stars on their star charts it seemed to the bridge crew they were lost. [hr] [b][h1][center]Unknown Space[/center][/h1][/b] [b][center]1545 Hours[/center][/b] The crew were in a frenzy in trying to locate their positioning in the Milky Way but nothing matched their star charts, they weren't officially in the Milky Way anymore, and to Travis, and some of the crew they weren't even sure if they were in the same universe anymore. He gave the helmsmen the signal to move the ship forward, before the navigation's officer spoke up. "Sir we have multiple unidentified ships on scopes, nothing that identifies them as any kind of ship of the council species, or even Quarian flotilla designs." That gave Travis the signal that they weren't in Kansas anymore. This was unknown territory, and he had to protect the lives of his crew. "Keep us out of the way of the gathering of ships, bring all crews to combat alert, and keep the main gun ready for action just in case." "Aye sir." "Laskey, get the special operations crew, and a shuttle ready. Suit up, and prepare to deploy on my orders." "Aye cap'n" With that said the major left, and the crew was worked into a frenzy to fulfill her commanding officers orders. When the all clear signals were given the captain gave his next set of orders. "Bring us into communication range, and transmit the following. On all frequencies" - "Unidentified ships this is the SSV Glasgow of The Systems Alliance navy. Identify your intentions, and serial numbers. Do not be alarmed, we do not wish to fight you." With that put out he ended the communication hoping that they'd all comply, but he doubted the living ship they had spotted had any kind of radio transmitter so he had the crews keep their guns fixed on it, the thing reminded them too much of the stories they had heard of the rachni. As he awaited communications, Travis couldn't help but wonder if they were in on it together. Which he doubted as if they were pirates they probably would of moved into a formation as soon as they entered the system, and turned weapons on them. He also doubted that any fleet of pirates would keep a living ship, along with metal ones in one mush-mash of ships. Maybe they were enemies of a sort, but he doubted that unless they were on peace talks from the lack of fire going on. Although one of the ships seemed to be scrambling attack craft, it seemed to them that maybe they had walked into a battle they weren't prepared for.