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This was getting nowhere, and Astra was just about to take off her suit's arms and reach out to prod inside the Alien's brain, but her comm-suite came to life: "Commander, the 'Hexus has just dropped out of the jump node." Damn, we made that ship quick! Astra quickly scanned for the ship, and located it's Admiral stirring a moderate mindspace echo. Seeing no need to delay the inevitable, she offered a guiding link for a jump into the room. IT would appear the Admiralty had sent their diplomat to take over, or to keep an eye on her, most likely both.

After signaling with a raised open palm for the Aliens that something was about to happen, the Narix would be treated to a most likely unexpected sight. The Faira in front of them would seem to light up in a storm of white and red, a face of concentration on her face. And then, in a storm of red and white, just like the Curious before, a single Faira would arrive via FTL right into the room.

Turning to address the Commander first, Libra and Astra got the mandatory salutes out of the way, before the Admiral's attention would turn to the guests. "Well well, it is very nice to see you, gentlemen. If you'd please, this way." she said, indicating the door further into the ship.

A week later

Faira Fleetnet News

First contact
The Vanguard fleet has reported from the system beyond Exodus with stunning news: Only two systems from home, and already we have made first contact with another space faring species. The scientists refuse to speculate on whether this is a coincidence, or whether the universe is teeming with intelligent life. The EFG Curious and her battlegroup have made contact with the NSS Lanatos of the new species calling themselves Narix. While fundamentally different in biology, the Narix seem to represent the same evolutionary path, so much so that leaves the Scientists baffled as to the chaotic nature of evolution theory.

Progress on negotiations
Admiral Libra and the Faira'Hexus have been dispatched to the new system, designated Opportunity, along with a diplomatic vessel of the Narix to continue negotiations. A draft of a non-aggression treaty has been submitted to both sides for review, and the ambassadors are in debates on further cooperation between our two peoples. It seems like our suggestion of trading processed resources for construction time in the Narix shipyards may just fall through.
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Faira’Hexus; Two days after contact

Deciphering the language has been a bit of a fight. Having no point of reference, the Faira assumed that a species worthy of relating to would be capable of learning a foreign method of communication in roughly the same time as they would. That assumption turned out to be grossly generous. So in a jury-rig manner only Astra was capable of, she and Libra finally convinced one of the Narix, in a broken version of their written language, to submit to a more detailed scanning session. Once that was done, the scientist in collaboration with her Narix counterpart created a program and simple mic-cpu-earphone translators for the Narix to use.

And now, Libra could finally do what she longed to do for ever by now, get to know their neighbors in details. The rest of the admiralty was interested in trade and defense treaties, but Libra knew that while practical, a direct approach to that on day three would with probability approaching certainty end in failure. Instead, she sent over a polite invite, asking the Narix to come tell her about their culture, society and customs.

An invitation from a foreign species. Now there was something Runa would never thought will happen in her lifetime. She expected the job to be more practically oriented, but perhaps a change of pace was in order, especially after the introduction, which was, lightly speaking, a little rough around the edges.

When the message landed on her desk, she dropped whatever she was doing at the time and her gaze fell upon the mountain of materials mostly related to their shipyards and language. For a moment, she wondered about how many bugs did the council order in her office aboard the Alchemist and decided such talks should better be held somewhere else. Collecting several items related to Naris and their culture, she set out to meet the Faira commander per her request in a joyous mindset.

“Alchemist, ‘Hexus control. You are clear to dock on airlock 2. The Admiral is waiting for you.” the Sector Control officer radioed over, guiding the Narix pilot into docking with the cruiser sized colony ship turned diplomatic vessel.

Libra has been bouncing on her feet in the hallway leading to the airlock, curious to meet the newly arrived official ambassador rather than the boring military men. Certainly, Primarch Ascari has been instrumental in getting the good relations between their nations going, namely his infinite patience with one socially awkward genius, but the man had little to say that he could or Libra would be interested in.

Hearing the hiss of the airlock, the rear admiral stopped her pacing and turned towards the visitors, greeting them with the Faira fist-on-chest salute. She opted to wear her uniform rather than the almost omnipresent exosuit, seeing as her ship wouldn’t be jumping anywhere in a while. “Greetings, Ambassador. I’m read admiral Libra, pleased to make you an acquaintance.”

Transitioning between the ships was an annoyance due to the Alchemists less-than-ideal docking ring placement, requiring to go to zero G and turn ninety degrees before entering the Faira ship. The reports she’d been given gave an extensive description of the armored suits seemingly all Faira used. Seeing one in soft uniform was quite a surprise, but it made her stick out just a tiny bit less. Runa returned the bouncing aliens greeting with a slight bow of her head. “The pleasure is mine, Admiral.” she said, taking in the view of the ships interior. “I expected more colors, even if warning lights only. Does the almost monochromatic lighting ever lead to problems, or are there wavelengths I cannot recognize involved, outside of the four hundred to eight hundred nanometers range?” she inquired. After all, there was never a bad time for learning.

“You’ll have to forgive us, the Homeworld’s star had a spectrum shifted towards the low frequencies of what you would consider visible spectrum. We can also see a bit into what you call ‘infrared’, or so I’m told.” Libra nodded, “Please, follow me.” she said, leading the two of them to a nearby conference room. The Faira furniture was as spartan as the rest of their ships, metal rods and sheets welded and bolted together, brushed not to give off distracting reflections.

Taking a seat and offering one to the ambassador, Libra went over her mental list of things to talk about. “I summoned you here to establish some degree of familiarity between our peoples. I am sure that like us, your culture has some go-tos and no-gos, I’d like to share a list between us so that others of our kind don’t get on each other’s nerves as soon as they meet, if that is acceptable?”

Following the Admiral, more of the ships simplistic design was revealed to her. “It’s not a problem, Admiral, I just found it interesting. An interesting fact, our eyes adapt to darkness quite rapidly, but bright light, even just a short flash, will blind us and we have to readjust for darkness again. Red light doesn’t do that. To a Narix eye, there is no difference between darkness and your ship.”
Accepting the seat, Runa hung her coat over the backrest and listened to Libras idea. “Of course it is acceptable. Truth be told, it’s something I should’ve thought about myself.” Runa nodded, “But that list might be quite extensive, even counting just the basics. I assume you’ve put some thought into structuring this?”

“Yes, I believe formalities are first in order. As you already know, my kind call ourselves the Faira. Our nation is called the Exiles of Faira, and we govern ourselves as a military state due to certain historical events we might get into later. Our recorded history reaches some 600 years into the past. I noticed a difference between our names, ours use only a single one to your two. However, we usually address each other with our rank, or both rank and name. Addressing one of my species only by name is commonly reserved to family, close friends, or as a sign of affection. I have also prepared a drive for you with information on ships we use as well as how to build and program a device that would pull an IFF signal from our ships on request, so that we may identify each other in space. I would appreciate it if you could share your hailing protocols with us as well.” Libra started on what was undoubtedly going to be a long talk, but one she looked forward to.

“Mere six hundred years?” Runa couldn’t hold her surprise, “Unless your years are much longer than ours, that sounds very strange. Our nation's official name is the United Narix Republic, although that is commonly shortened to just ‘Republic’ for convenience.” she filed a note no her tacpad to make sure the necessary protocols were delivered to the Faira. “Our government consists of a council divided into three branches - general policy, industry and agriculture and military. The inhabitants of each continent elect their representatives every two years. Each councillor also selects a cabinet to aid them in their work.” she accepted the storage device.
“Our names use our given name and our family name in common occurrences, but the full name includes our given name, our corresponding parents name and the family name. If you want to be polite, addressing people by their rank or title and family name will not do any harm, but it’s not uncommon for people to address each other by their given name if they know one another or work together on a similar level. I will see to that you receive the necessary information regarding our ships, IFF beacons and operating procedures for communication as soon as possible.” She raised her finger as she remembered something.

“You mentioned calling yourselves ‘Exiles’. Might I inquire as to the reason for your exile? See, my people separate crime into three categories. The middle one, called greater crime, is punished by exiling the offender to a specific place on our homeworld. That makes us wary around anyone called an exile, and it may even be used as an insult, essentially calling someone untrustworthy or otherwise undesirable.”

“Well, due to that historical event, my people had to reach into space rather quickly. We are a resourceful and very united bunch. Once an entire world focuses on a task, it is not impossible to accomplish feats even as grand as that. Out of those six hundred years, we have fared space for two hundred of them, although we are only just now starting to explore the surrounding systems. I’m sure you understand the feeling of need to be careful.”

The faira looked uncertain, although until she spoke the ambassador would be left guessing as to what exactly she was uncertain about - how to explain, or whether something was not understood. “I’m… afraid I am not capable of elaborating. The translation software is still a work in progress… Could you explain the concept of ‘crime’ to me?”

Runa was, once again, dumbstruck. “Explain the concept of crime? You mean to tell me that at no point in your recorded history has one Faira done something considered distasteful, or even outright prohibited to make life easier for themselves? Never has one of your kind taken the life of another out of hatred, or by accident? At no point in time has one of your brothers or sisters taken something that wasn’t theirs?” Were these people even real? Was Admiral Libra messing with her? “Sometimes, misguided individuals or groups do awful things.” She reached up her left sleeve and, after a bit of fumbling, placed her detached prosthetic onto the table. “Like taking hostages and then attacking the negotiator, as it happened to me. And although the measures that have been put in place after our unification have gone a long way to curb the crime rate, we still have issues, here and there, ranging from minor offences to misdeeds so horrible the perpetrator, if sufficient evidence is presented to the court deciding his fate, will be executed. Those that commit atrocious acts, but evidence is inconclusive, or the act is not considered too awful are sent away to fend for themselves.”

Libra sat, listening carefully and sobering up. What the ambassador was describing was horrible, but… the Faira could not shake the feeling of uncertainty. Were her people capable of being like that too? She didn’t know. In sum, she doubted that all of the ‘criminals’ the Narix ever had in their history killed more people than the supernova of their home star, and yet, she kept thinking, that perhaps it was a blessing. It pushed the Faira to true unity, where something as what ambassador Taranis described was nonexistent.
“I… Distasteful, perhaps, but nothing major to warrant the attention of more than a superior one level above. Taken a life out of hatred? Preposterous. Taken something that isn’t theirs, yes, by mistake, or bypassing the standard requisition procedure to save time when it mattered, but in light of those, we’ve always amended our systems to work better, rather than punish the individual. I’m afraid we just… can’t relate.”

“To ease your mind: We exiled ourselves, so to speak. I am not at liberty to say why without a non aggression pact signed first, but suffice to say, every single Faira alive is an exile, but not in the manner you speak of. I know you can only take my word for it, but we simply wish to find a colony in this cosmos somewhere. We mean you no ill intent.” Libra explained uneasily.

“Perhaps it comes with differences in our development. The Faira have always struggled for survival. I do not know what your native conditions are, but my people evolved on a planet very close to its star. Not much can flourish in 300°C temperature, certainly not organisms with your biology as I’ve been informed by the Primarch.”

As Libra spoke, Runa returned her hand where it belonged. The Faira seemed honestly distraught by what she had to say. The thought of adapting the system instead of punishment for misdeeds struck her as strange. Alien, she might say.

What piqued her curiosity was this self-imposed exile Libra wouldn’t elaborate on. The whole thing seemed nonsensical. She made a mental note to further explore that later on. Why would someone leave their home? Not just someone, but the entire species? Leaving home, looking for colony. Overpopulation? No, then the entire species wouldn’t be in exile.

“Speaking of, what is your homeworld like? With the temperature you’ve given, I would think most creatures would be aquatic or subterranean.”

Libra would have visibly saddened, evn to the alien, the longer the ambassador was speaking about homeworlds. “A dusty old planet.” She said, intentionally leaving any mention of tense form her descriptions. She wouldn’t be caught lying, but she didn’t have to - couldn’t really - tell the truth. “No hydrosphere whatsoever, just grey dirt, but for us, the temperature is good. Our biology is not unlike our computers, whereas your main building block is the atom of carbon, and your neural systems run on electrolytes, ours is silicon, and our bodies are directed by semiconductor related processes, which work better in warmer climate. We can survive in low temperatures, although it dumbs us down, our ships only have this environment to preserve structural integrity of some components.” she explained. “Other than that? Tidally locked ball of silicon, iridium and some other trace elements, one side always dark where nothing could flourish. If you show me some pictures of your world, I could tell you how diverse or barren by it is comparison?”

Libra’s reaction to the mention of their homeworld was a precious clue to Runa. A barren world from which all Faira have exiled themselves. Six hundred years of history, two in space. That requires a fleet. A fleet big enough to support the entire population. Millions? Billions? More? Large fleet needs a lot of resources. Could the Faira have exhausted their homes resources? Later.

For now, Runa detached the tablet from its holster. Placing it on the table before Libra, she opened an image she took as the Alchemist left for the jump node.
“There it is. Our cradle, our home, along with its largest moon.” she slid the tablet closer to the Admiral. “See any similarities?”

“Pathetic little. I assume the white stuff are vapors of some kind? Our sky was clear. Could I see a picture of some of the life on the planet? Here.” Libra said, summoning a hologram of a view of what used to be Faira’Erea, glad for the Narix not yet being familiar with the Faira body language. While she remembered little of it now and generally didn’t mind living in space, Libra was still one of the unburnt.

The image would have been very different form what Runa could possibly show to the admiral. The entire landscape a barren desert of grey and silver, with the occasional low growth of what she could only describe as silvery-brown moss, and the very rare waist-tall tree that was wider than taller.

Runa studied the Faira homeworld with the interest a three-year old stares into a sweets shop. “Right, life.” she snapped from she trance and reached for the tablet, switching it to a
“This is a part of our surface. Never seen this much water in one place, if any all? As for life itself, this, for example, is one of our sources of food.” She opened
in a corner over the volcano, “Also, the cause of many deaths every year. A vicious, quadrupedal forest predator. But it tastes great.”

If Libra had these eyelids the Narix had, her eyes would have been going wide. “Well, our home in its best era has nothing on yours!” the Faira exclaimed, her eyes seemed to glitter in excitement. “I hope I can see it myself one day. It seems like a nice scenery.”
When Runa made a turn into sustenance, Libra nodded. “It seems only natural that my people can digest the basic inorganic material we need for our growth and healing. Not much prey to hunt or fruit to pick on the old rock. As far as just sustaining ourselves goes, our organisms are basically powered by the stars themselves, converting the light photons into an electrical charge.”

“If these talks lead to a long-term peace, I can’t see a reason you couldn’t see it yourself, though my government isn’t likely to be open to permanent immigration for several reasons. See, the reasons your people and mine came to this system are remarkably similar. We are breeding too fast, and our cities are overpopulated. We ventured beyond our own system to establish a new colony, hopefully a planet or a moon that could support our life.”

“I mean no disrespect, ambassador, but I would not seek a permanent residence on a world that cold and damp.” Libra grinned, “Maybe one of the bodies you deem uninhabitable, but if I am to be honest, I like being a spacer. Speaking of which, have you considered just that? My people can lend their expertise in building large ships. You can see our largest military ship is two kliks in length, but that is a dwarf compared to our civilian ships.” Libra hinted.

Runa preserved a neutral expression at the mention of ships two kilometers long. The Faira didn’t have to know about the twelve Warlord-class destroyers just yet. “Large ships are easier targets, require a lot of resources to build and power and many people qualified to maintain and operate them. We’re talking about civilians, children, scientist, old people of all walks of life. Maybe even a brand new penal colony.” Runa added with a chuckle. “We want to spread out to lengthen the time before our resources run out, not stripmine our system building massive ships. But with the likely possibility of Faira ships being built or repaired in our shipyards, I wouldn’t rule out joint construction endeavors just yet.”

“Well, the citizens on a city ship are its maintenance and employees, just like in a regular city. With lower requirements for defenses and technological sophistication, a ten click ship with centrifugal gravity is as resource intensive as a Meteor class destroyer. Manning can also be supplemented by using artificial logic.” Libra shared, “If children would be a problem, those families can be left planetside. How exactly does old age factor into this?” she inquired.

“Ships require propulsion, artificial atmosphere, heat management, more complex waste processing and more. And any research or development of artificial intelligence is strictly forbidden in the Republic, especially machines that can make decisions for themselves. Who would create something that is more precise and potentially more durable than them and give it the ability to say ‘no’? Or worst, give it control over life support or any other critical system?” Then she properly processed Libra’s question about old age.

“What do you mean, ‘’how does old age factor into it’?” she asked, befuddled, “Old people, excuse the lack of a better word, deteriorate. Their memory, fine motor controls, strength, cardiovascular system, that all takes a nosedive past a hundred twenty, hundred thirty at most. Speaking of, what is the average lifespan for a Faira? And, pardon me if this is too personal but I just have to ask, how old are you, Admiral?”

“I would not call our AI any of those per se. Their hardware is based on our own biology, but we are unable to replicate it precisely, or to grow large enough logic nodes to be capable of learning more than one task. A Faira is a star to one of our AI’s table lamps, so to speak. We use them to automate menial task, and while they are capable of learning, it is in no way near enough to ever pose a threat to us.” the admiral said, hoping to ease the ambassador’s worry.

Libra grew stunned as the ambassador described the devastating effect time had on her species. The admiral had to take a moment to compose herself. “I am… so sorry. It would seem that evolving on a nigh lifeless rock is not all bad. Our species does not fatigue like that. I am young in my 254 years of age, and while the oldest Faira on record all died younger of two thousand years, they all died to fatal injuries. I do not think our species even has a theoretical lifespan.”

Now it was Runas time to be stunned. “...Excuse me? You are considered young 92 years older than the oldest recorded Narix?” Runa made a note to subtly request a Faira volunteer for detailed medical study later on. “You’ve been here for a little over four times as long as me.” She wasn’t sure what the republic would do with this information, or if they would even publish it. “Anyway, there’s nothing to be sorry about. We’ve always lived with this knowledge, at least it makes one not waste any time.”

“As for the issue of artificial intelligence, I will pass this higher up, but I doubt it will change anything. But I am glad you brought this up, since AIs are a big taboo to us. But there is one much bigger than that. I’d like to ask you about your species’ religious beliefs, if there are any?”

“I will be sure to relay this to the admiralty. We will respect your wishes and if we travel into your systems, we will build a ship free of the technology to do so.” she assured. “As for religious beliefs, I am afraid I once more need an explanation… Is that good, or a bad sign?”

“I, along with most Narix, will tell you not knowing what religion is is a good thing. Those that would tell you otherwise are likely religious. In the past, our people couldn’t explain a lot of things, like rain, wind, or disease. So our distant ancestors created a belief system centered around a deity, a Great Being that created the entire universe and everything in it. And at that time, that made sense. But as time progressed, the religious leaders started to use it to gain more power and wealth and control the masses. Just another batch of criminals, lying to their brethren to enrich themselves. They gained so much power their words were law. With that came great power, one they misused. For example, there used to be an ethnic group of Narix that hailed from the northernmost lands of Naris. They were declared abominations by the church and eradicated. All that remains of these ‘Dark Ones’ is a rare gene that causes one in possession to develop green-colored eyes. Fortunately, that was one of their last acts before the Great Purge, when our people saw through the lies and did to them what they did to the Dark Ones. Sadly, unlike the Dark Ones, some escaped and continue to hide in the uninhabited wilderness of Naris. To summarise, religion is a collection of beliefs based on unsubstantiated claims of a creator that, at least in our case, ended very badly for our people. That is why we tried to wipe them out, and that is why we still hunt them wherever we find them to this day.” The ambassador was visibly angered, but calmed down quickly. “Which is why I am glad you harbor no such nonsensical beliefs. That might have been a major obstacle.”

“Well, there will be no trouble in that regard, then. Ours were always deep rooted in science. We’ve had a proof of intelligent life beyond our own before we reached into space though, that might have helped.” Libra shared. “Since we are mentioning uncomfortable topics, I am sure by now it is understandable that we get sensitive where our homeworld is concerned. It would be greatly appreciated if it would not be mentioned unless we do first. Other than that, we are relatively open minded.” Libra said.

“Of course, Admiral. Sadly, as much as I enjoyed this meeting, there are still some things I need to attend to. Perhaps we could continue these meetings at a later date? No doubt there are still many things we can learn from each other both as individuals and as species.”
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Seven days later

Narix National Newscast
Councilor Nyxeris Anya: A step over the horizon
“Almost two hundred and thirty years ago, we refused to stop at the horizon. For the first time since the Great Purge of six hundred and thirty eight, we banded together and reached for the stars.
Over one hundred and seventy years ago, Ramses Verrikan refused to be held back by infighting and rivalry and took action, spreading conflict in order to bring peace.
These events lead up to this day. 7 days ago, we refused to stop at the edge of our system, as elements of the 5th fleet under the leadership of Primarch Carthus Ascari, traversed the uncharted subspace corridor. Prepared to face hardships and peril, they took upon this dangerous duty, for the betterment of every man, woman and child, from the most renowned of scientists to the lowest of exiles. Bolstered by unity, they refused to stop at the horizon. Undeterred by danger, they walked the stars.”

Declassified: First contact!
“7 days ago at 3120 hours, system time, the NSS Latanos made contact with an alien warship! The cruiser-sized vessel, designated the EC Curious, was a part of a fleet consisting of it and several smaller vessels, likely frigates and corvettes. Our men located this fleet and the Latanos herself set out to investigate.
Upon meeting the lone alien cruiser, sixteen brave men and two pilots, lead by none other than Primarch Ascari himself, embarked upon a dangerous expedition to the unknown vessel, the Primarch being the first to step off the Pillager to negotiate peace with the aliens or give his men time to flee should the unknowns turn hostile.”

Peace brokered
“Despite initial difficulties, Primarch Ascari managed to broker a peaceful relationship between this new species, calling themselves the ‘Exiles of Faira’ or ‘Faira’ for short, and ours!
In light of this, the council has dispatched the NSS Alchemist, a Discovery-class science vessel, to act as a common ground for the meeting of our two species along with the Faira’Hexus, an Exile diplomatic vessel. Our ambassadors will continue meeting until a lasting peace is secured. The details of the interim peace treaty will be made available to the public shortly.
Over one hundred and seventy years ago, Ramses Verrikan united our kind to strengthen it. Today, we unite with the Exiles of Faira to strengthen both our races.

Present day, Opportunity System, NSS Alchemist
The Alchemist was an odd-looking boat. A fresh coat of paint indicated good maintenance, but the exposed tubing running along the narrow corridors and gravity generators placed wherever they managed to fit them betrayed its advanced age. The halls were painted light gray with two rows of green lights running along the floor and orange ambient lighting. Being a civilian vessel from a pre-artificial gravity age, the docking port was located on the ceiling of the main corridor, separated from the rest of the ship by a simple door on each side. As the Alchemist approached the Faira’Hexus to dock, Runa made her way to the airlock to greet the Faira delegates.

Faira’Hexus; Conference room
Fresh out of a tour to the Nebula, the delegation composed of Astra, Libra and admiral Cygnus. Armed with instructions decided in a sitting of the Assembly of Admirals, they were on a mission: Secure the peace and a trading pact, and with a list of things to bargain with. The Narix so far turned out to be ok people, but sharing cultural data and trading things that could potentially be used against you were different things. Hence why the rest of them were tagging along with Libra - Astra to provide and verify the worth of technologies, and Cygnus to be the bad cop to make sure the Faira were not getting screwed.

The Alchemist approached, and while the Faira ships were utilitarian in nature, even those looked less kitbashed than what was approaching the colony ship. “Is that safe?” Astra inquired. Cygnus snorted in return: “We might be revealing that we are almost extinct today, what is safe in this universe, really?” The ships kissed relatively gently, and the three Faira translated the airlocks, easily navigating the zero-g environment, speaking of their experience with it.

The Faira delegates entered the ship without any problems, providing further proof of Libra’s claims of a spacebound species. “Welcome aboard the Alchemist. No trouble along the way?” Runa greeted their guests as the gravity reengaged after a four-second warning. “If you would please follow me to the meeting room, the others are waiting for us.”

She led the group into the conference room situated in the aft section of the starboard module. The rectangular room contained a hexagonal table with six seats and a cluster of flatscreens suspended from the ceiling. The gravity in that room was lowered to match the Faira ships. “Please, take your seats.” she gestured to three empty chairs on one side of the table and stood at her place between two other Narix. “These are Primarch Ascari and minister Ertanax, representing the military and technological sides of things respectively.

Having the gravity adjusted to their standard was a considerate gesture, and Libra was once more glad for her many sittings with Runa Taranis to smooth everything over. If the delightful personalities of Cygnus and Astra won’t ruin this meeting, nothing should. And Libra took care to notify her companions that one should refrain from commenting on the level of Narix technology, and reminded the other to just glare coldly most of the time.

Already her guidance was bearing fruit, as Astra stared at the flatscreens - without so much as a beep. The trio took their seats. “Thank you, ambassador. Good to see you again in good health, primarch. Minister Ertanax, we are honored to meet you. I am rear admiral Libra, ambassador to the Exiles of Faira. On my right is admiral Cygnus, commander of the Vanguard fleet, and on my left commander Astra, here to provide technical expertise.”

As the introductions were made, the lead Faira switched into business mode. “I am certain all of us have a busy schedule, so shall we get to the root of things? The Exiles propose we draft a non-aggression pact to ensure safe passage to any of our vessels. The ambassador and I have already taken steps to ensure that between our military branches. We would however prefer to have an official document to be issued to civilian population as well.”

The meeting started as expected, that was a good sign. “Certainly.” Minister Ertanax started, “With the information kindly provided, we were able to devise a simple program to recognise your IFF. We’ve also modified one of our outdated data transfer protocols to convert transmissions from our data format to yours and vice versa to increase achievable speed and security.” A diagram of the conversion process, accompanied by its description appeared on the overhead screens, “These will be distributed to all our ships and provided to you after this document is ratified.”

“That being said, we suggest this system be treated as a neutral one with minimal military presence, save for forces guarding the jump points leading to our respective territories and transit into space that lies beyond Opportunity.” Runa continued. “Another thing to consider are mining rights and exploration. As this system does not have much to offer, we will have to share what little there is.”

“I’ll have it distributed among the fleets as soon as the protocol passes qualification tests.” Cygnus agreed readily. Libra then addressed the issue of Opportunity: “ As there appears to be no habitable body in the system for either of our species, it would seem logical to explore it together to see what it is it actually has to offer. Commander?”

Taking the cue, Astra summoned one of primarch’s favorite holoscreens, displaying a bilingual version of one table: The preliminary results of Vanguard’s scanning. “Here you can see the results of scans of the planetary bodies and asteroids in Opportunity as conducted by elements of the Vanguard fleet and the Faira’Hexus in the last week. Given our differing technological bases, we suggest for the Faira to be given mining rights to the asteroids, while the Narix could mine the planets.”

“Councilor Nyx has also suggested joint exploration, not just of Opportunity, but of other systems as well. Not only would such operations build more figurative bridges between our species, your assistance would make potential first contact go smoother due to your ability to learn alien languages so quickly.” The Primarch agreed.

Neither of the three Narix was thrilled at the idea of planetary mining at first, as it presented additional logistical problems in handling heavy things due to gravity, atmospheric pressure and worst of all, getting the materials up to the orbit. That meant more fuel, ships and heavy equipment would be required. On the other hand, the planets held an exponentially greater amount of resources and if they could get some processing plants going planetside, it would, after this initial investment, turn profitable. After a short, barely audible debate, Minister Ertanax spoke up.

“That issue is settled, then. The council has also expressed the desire to trade technologies. For now, they are most interested in your suits and how they compare to ours. Would you be willing to part with a few units, and if so, for what price?

“I’ll have peace on those terms,” Cygnus agreed, “It would be a welcome relief to have more ships on hand just for survey speed, not to talk about defense if someone out there was less understanding and civilized than our two species. We have already identified what could be a third jump node out of Opportunity. What kind of force would you be sending through?”

Astra took over to address the the proposed technology trade. “What you ask for is certainly possible, but I question the usability of our suits to you, as their systems are tailored to our physiology, most importantly the control systems. What you would be getting is a heap of armor plating and miniaturized motorics components. Instead, I would propose to you to send scientists of the required fields to the Faira’Hexus, where we could work to adapt several prototypes to your species and your technological base, which you could then more readily produce yourselves.”

“As for what we would want… Our shipbuilding capabilities in the present are somewhat limited, and we can not even use up the resources we are producing. We would like to purchase building time of your shipyards to construct ship frames for us that we would then tow home to equip.” Libra named the price.

Primarch Ascari took over the word. “That is up for debate. Our initial plan was to move the rest of the 5th Fleet to this system to secure and survey it. I would then take the first and second battlegroups onward. But if we’re joining forces, that will greatly increase the supply demands. That leads me to option number two.” He displayed a 3D model and declassified information about the NFg Privateer. “We send more smaller ships. The Privateer has a smaller crew complement, higher delta velocity and its jump drives are capable of more than five consecutive jumps without suffering any adverse effects. They are tailored for long patrols and AA defense making supplying them easier, but don’t have much to offer against capital ships. Their hangar capacity is also limited. I would be taking the Latanos for that, should it come to it.” he finished.

Minister Ertanax continued the tech talk. “We don’t intend to start using your suits. Rather, we’d like to compare your and our take on them and see where we can learn from you and where we could improve yours. Although your tech level is above ours, a second opinion never hurts.”

“As for the price, what you are asking is certainly possible, but will have to wait until your people are cleared for entry to supervise the construction. We will also have to ensure there are no health hazards, such as illnesses, involved.”

Talking briefly among themselves the three Faira resumed with Libra speaking: “Our ships require little in supply, and what they need they can get by themselves if there is a nebula or a gas giant in the system. Our plan counts on the Vanguard fleet continuing to advance while the Patrol fleet secures the systems behind and provides the logistical support. I am certain Admiral Lira can spend a couple of cruisers to quickly tow your transport ships to where they are needed. As for how to properly secure a system, the commander of you forces, whether it would be you personally, primarch, or someone else, should plan that together with admiral Cygnus at a separate meeting.”

“As for the suits, that can certainly be arranged, we were just worried you were not getting equal value out of this trade. We would like to return to the treaty for now though, until such is signed, i hope you understand, we are reluctant to share in any technology that could potentially but used against us in an armed conflict.”

“Our side would like to include mechanisms for traversing the systems owned by the other party into that s treaty, as well as a mechanism for assigning ownership to the systems we explore together.”

Runa again spoke up. “Assigning ownership of systems could be done based on the natural resources or planets in that system. If a system is rich in materials useless to us but valuable to you, we gain nothing from keeping it and would only stretch ourselves thin by maintaining security. The same could apply for celestial bodies and their habitability.”

“As for traversing systems owned by the other party, I’ll admit we have thought of this, but outside of specific locations, marked by navigation buoys to use as commercial intrasystem jump points, haven’t thought of anything. The issue is further complicated by the differences between your and our coordinate systems, hence the navigational buoys.”

“Speaking of things one party or the other wishes to add.” The Primarch interjected, “Although we are fortunately enjoying a time of lasting peace, your wars are your wars and ours are ours. We adamantly refuse to be dragged into a war we have nothing to do with, and I am sure that isn’t something you want either. Should one of our species be unfortunate enough to be attacked, I believe the other nation would provide help, but we will not support any offensive action unless it is certain beyond any shadow of a doubt the hypothetical third party is a threat.”

“Naturally, Primarch, I believe that is the definition of non-aggression treaty. We would refrain from even mutual defense at this point, sadly. We can not promise to be adequate ally in such endeavor, and we do not believe our kinds know each other enough to entrust the other with such an important task. One day, perhaps. We hope. Hopefully you and admiral Cygnus will be able to bring us closer to that.” Libra said soberly.

“That said, we came up with a similar idea of designating intrasystem highways through our systems for others to freely traverse through.” Astra noted, “We would also like to keep our home system closed off to outside traffic at this time, and are prepared to accept the same condition from you. To address your earlier remark, we are willing to leave the building part entirely to you without our supervision, as long as you use our methods which we would of course free up for your use as well. Once assembled, you could tow them to Opportunity for our receipt.” the scientist said.

Back to Libra, the Faira diplomat sighed. “I am afraid we can not agree to that sort of distribution. What if there is a planet habitable to both of us?” the rear admiral suggested, “Furthermore, the probabilities of the existence of planets habitable to your species is significantly greater than one for us. You would be inherently at an advantage. Instead we would propose ownership of individual planetary bodies, distributed in accordance to habitability for planets and moons, and based on mass for other objects.”

“You will have to send someone to instruct our shipwrights anyway, your building methods will be completely alien to them. The iridium that seems to be prevalent in your ships will also require a slightly different approach to our usual materials.” the minister replied to Astra.

Than it was Runas turn. “We will of course keep our system closed off to general traffic. If for some reason you wanted to visit Naris, you would have to travel aboard a Narix vessel after being granted clearance.”

Than she addressed the ownership issue. “I don’t see many differences between your and our suggested approach. That way, we are still going to end up with more planets, but it creates the problem of keeping order. If ownership is assigned to individual planets, how do we decide who will be tasked with keeping order in the system as a whole? Someone to make sure individuals with privately-owned ships won’t break a no-fly zone or start an illegal mining operation? I realize crime is still a new concept to your people, but sadly, it is something you will have to take into account.”

“The difference is that with ownership over the entire system the Faira would have to license mining rights.” Libra said practically, “And even if the Narix would be so charitable as to allow us to get our share now, we foresee we would have to renew the real with every new administration, or are we wrong in that assumption?”

“Only the people that will be elected to council positions dealing with industry in the future know the answer to that question.” Runa stated plainly. “But we will concede this point. That still leaves the security issues. If both of our species post forces in every system, then based on the speed at which new systems are discovered, we might not be able to secure them at all. A nations inability to maintain order has never lead to anything but unrest and, in the worst cases, collapse.”

“Then we stop growing and increase the size of our forces. It will have to be done sooner or later anyway. What if you can’t find a habitable planet in the first five systems either, will you be able to secure the route all the way to the sixth?” Cygnus asked somewhat rhetorically. “Borders can not grow without the growth of its wardens. I comprehend that you have overpopulation problems, but what measures have you taken to aid the situation in case your expansion failed to solve the issue?” the admiral asked.
“While I would not use as harsh words as the admiral, and I do not presume to tell you how to govern yourselves, the Faira have deployed birth control and other sustainable growth measures. It will not be popular but whatever course of action we decide on, the probability of you not having any other choice is still not insignificant.” Libra said. “There is one other option we could consider… to unite.” she suggested, earning surprised looks even from her side of the table.

Libras words completely stunned the Narix. Runa had to wonder whether other Narix reacted in a similar matter to Ramses Verrikans proposal all those years ago. She was the first one to snap out of the shock and think of a politically correct response. “The problem with that proposal has several layers. Firstly, there is our democratic system. I doubt our people would agree to that. Then there is the vast biological and cultural difference. Is it even possible for our people to exist under one leadership without one species or the other suffering with each new policy adopted?” she asked. “In the end, even we Narix were united by the sword. I dread to think what a war between our peoples would lead to.” She thought of the 42 cruisers of which the Faira have seen two, not to mention the twelve Warlord-class destroyers the Faira still weren’t aware of.

“True, for now it seems undoable, but we are not yet stretched that thin. And our peoples need not adapt the same policies -the unity could be as loose as we prefer - What is necessary is a unified military on the top level of command to patrol the systems, and its mandate to enforce the laws of both species. What policies each other adopts can and probably will be of marginal interest to the other species. The economical side would be slightly trickier to negotiate, but as I said, there is time. It should be at least considered.” The Faira approached the topic carefully.

“For now though, maybe we shall take it one system at a time. We decided on what to do with Opportunity. Let’s let it work for some time, and then we will see if the system can be revised and adapted to the others?”

Astra chimed in: “Yes, I imagine that we will lack sufficient shipping capacity to cover the entirety of this asteroid belt, and you I assume can use aid in transporting goods off-planet. I think it would be much easier to run both operations jointly. If we do that, plus the mutual exploration, It would give us an idea if a unity as such could work.”

Cygnus had her own idea to add. “If that was to be, the first condition is for our security forces to be able to work together. Primarch, would you be willing to engage in an officer exchange program? We found out that exchanging staff between our fleets greatly expands their tactical capabilities. Perhaps this way we could find out if our militaries can even find a mutual doctrine to work together?”

“The problem with getting materials off the planet is the fuel to capacity ratio.” Minister Ertanax finally recovered from Libra’s suggestion, “The most readily available surface to orbit craft we have is the Pillager, and its cargo capacity and maximum takeoff weight are quite limited, even taking into account different gravity and atmosphere. Where we could be helpful, is the asteroid belt operation.” he summoned another schematic onto the screens, this time a boxy freighter. “Though it’s just a box with engines and a gyroscope, we still have large numbers of these. Even if it would be the last thing these ships ever do, it is what we designed them for.”

The Primarch than addressed Cygnus’ suggestion. “While the idea has crossed my mind, I wasn’t sure whether you’d be willing to go along with the plan. As stated earlier, our species have vastly different needs. Prolonged exposure to lower gravity would cause temporal degradation of our bones, potentially even eyesight. We also need several hours of sleep every day and daily food and water supply to function. You on the other hand I assume would suffer due to a lower oxygen percentage, higher gravity and maybe more we don’t yet realize.”

“When it comes to our side, our gravity generation technology allows for precise control over gravity, so we could lower that in accommodations dedicated to Faira crewmen, that problem we could rectify. It is once more the increased and specific supply demand our crewmen would put on your logistics that worries me. Not sure if Admiral Libra has come across this in her discussions with Ambassador Taranis, but we are strictly carnivorous species. If despite all of this you’d be willing to go through with this, we’d be more than happy to take part in such a project. Perhaps a trial run on one ship of each species to test if the idea is feasible?”

“Why not use a short FTL jump to get the ship into orbit then?” Astra inquired of the minister. That was one area they somehow managed to omit from the discussion - Obviously, the Narix used the same jump nodes to travel as the Faira, yet possessed no connection to Mindspace. Perhaps learning the principles behind their drives would allow the Faira to understand their own abilities a little better?

“Higher gravity, while annoying to some degree, does not have any lasting effect on us. It does seem like it would be infinitely easier for Faira to serve aboard Narix ships, but we can just as well increase the gravity on our own. Since the two fleets would operate together for now, supplying a few Narix on board can be done easily enough from your ships with a psychokinetic specializing in personal transport. And we should be able to install the necessary facilities within a week provided you specify what is needed. And do not concern yourself with the atmosphere on our behalf - it serves merely to cool us down. Nothing more.” The scientist continued to explain.

“We haven’t been able to open a stable subspace window in atmosphere, at least not on Naris. Even if we could, none of our transport craft posses a jump drive. Despite its smaller size, such drive would still require massive amounts of power compared to what ships like the Pillager can produce, not to mention mounting the drive would further increase its mass and decrease cargo space, leading to even more fuel required to transport smaller volume of cargo.” Ertanax explained. Although the Narix had a heavier version of the Pillager in development, the one of the prototypes had burned down a few weeks before the 5th fleet set out, and even this new ship wasn’t equipped with a jump drive.

“As for the officer exchange program, what you say sounds logistically possible.” he continued, “We’ll have a list of necessary facilities delivered to you within the next 32 hours.”

“Very well.” Cygnus agreed. Astra was about to get back to the earlier issue, however Libra stopped her before she could suggest that the load itself be jumped into an orbiting ship via mindspace. No need to reveal that particular ability just yet. “Back on the matter at hand, I’ll ask you to give the idea of joining our nations in however loose a group to your legislative body to think over. It will not happen over a cycle anyway.” she said.

“But, I think we can both agree that we would be stronger and more prepared to meet whatever is out there if we could share everything we have and know, and our side conditions that with a stronger bonding between our nations. Your people, while vastly different than ours, have also turned out to be peaceful and on most things agreeable. It is not an offer we would (have?) extend to everyone. It is our hope that one day, it may come to pass.” she ended.

“We will of course let our leaders know of this proposal, but the main question is the public opinion of it. In the end, that is what will decide. The only thing we can do is sell it as best as we can.” A voice in the back of Runas mind reminded her of the many camps contact with the Faira created among the general population, from ‘let’s unite’ through ‘let’s unite by force’ to ‘let’s wipe them from existence’. The upcoming referendums and subsequent elections would be interesting.

“And what exactly do you think is out there, Admiral? Our people have been listening to the skies, so to speak, for quite a while now, and while there is no doubt there are other species out there, we haven’t detected any signs of life until the Curious and her lance several days ago. That makes me ask: Have you discovered any signs of other species before us?”

“We have. We do not know whether they are still among us, we have only found debris. And even what we found is enough to frighten us.” Libra said simply.

That was new, and something the council would have to be made aware of as soon as possible. Maybe the First Fleet wasn’t such a waste of resources, as some have called it, after all.
“And just how old were those debris? Thousands of years? Millions? Billions? And if they were, say, 500 000 years old and slightly below our level, is it even possible, assuming the species still exists, to be prepared for something like that?” The Primarch asked. “We have gone from chainmail armor to powered exosuits in under two thousand years. I cannot imagine a force available to us that would stop them should they want to harm us. And that’s assuming only one such species exists. What could help is if you hauled some of the debris here. If you want to, as you say, strengthen the bonds between our nations, why not start with joint research, in addition to joint military operations?”

“Everything we have and know, Primarch, Ambassador. Make sure your leaders understand the meaning of it.” Cygnus closed off, not about to give something that could potentially be used against them to someone they were not strongly allied to, and not about to say at all that what they found was not debris but a slumbering warship, and that it perished along with the rest of their home system. “Patrol fleet is ready to transit the node into Opportunity, I must return to my ship and prepare the fleet to go into what lies beyond. Commander, you have your ship to attend to. Rear admiral, the Faira’Capra is ready to jump as soon as there is an official ruling on the mining. Primarch, minister, ambassador, please excuse us.” the admiral said, and Astra and Cygnus got up, turned around, walked a few paces and then vanished in a storm of white and red, something only the Primarch has seen previously.

“Just me, or is this their way of slamming the door shut behind them on their way out?” the Primarch asked pointing to where the two Faira disappeared. “But sadly, Admiral Cygnus is right, there are still things that need to be done. Until we meet again, may the stars guide your way.” Carthus stood up and left the room wia more conventional means.

Runa took over the word. “So, let us recap: As far as mining is concerned, all we have to do is write down what we’ve agreed on and wait for our respective ruling bodies to sign. On the note of passing through the system, we just have to wait for the IFF and communication protocol to pass tests and make adjustments to it if necessary. This will also allow for easier cooperation between your Vanguard Fleet and our Fifth Fleet in exploring the systems beyond this one. Hammering out the details of this and the proposed officer exchange program will mainly be up to Primarch Ascari and Admiral Cygnus. As discussed earlier, you are offering processed resources plus examples of your equipment, in this case your suits, in exchange for construction time and manpower in our shipyards. I will contact you as soon as we hear back from home regarding your proposal to unite our species. Did I forget anything?”

“I think that is pretty much everything.” Libra agreed, “Is there anything you would like to add? On or off the record.” Libra offered, the fact that she was not exactly happy with the way she had to handle this assignment plain on her face. To keep what they knew about the threats of the universe… was an atrocious course of action to the rear admiral, even if she condoned on the small deception of what was truly found on their homeworld.

‘Off the record’ was a funny thought to Runa, given that she recorded everything, even their previous sittings. She thought it was obvious, but perhaps the Faira didn’t think of it? The Rear Admiral seemed to adopt a different facial expression, but Runa had no idea what that expression was. “Only that I hope Admiral Cygnus and Primarch Ascari can get along at least on a professional level.” Neither of the local military commanders seemed particularly social existences to her.
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Faira fleetnet news

Alliance?

As of today’s cycle, the admiralty and Narix parliament have ratified the peace treaty we proposed. Our side has also proposed deeper integration, which the Narix partially approve of in the form of united military. The concrete form of this alliance will have yet to be decided, but it is a good step towards secure future for both species.

Further exploration

The Patrol Fleet will make the jump to Opportunity the next cycle, transfer supplies to the Vanguard fleet and take over watch of the system. The Vanguard fleet along with elements of the Narix military will then translate the third jump node in Opportunity to continue exploration.

The two fleets will engage in a sizeable officer exchange program to further both our military cooperation and to bring our two cultures close together.

Another way?

Our scientists are investigating a subspace anomaly in the nebula. Details are not available at this point, but as a precaution, Admiral Sola has dispatched the Impervious and it’s battlegroup to investigate and secure the area of the anomaly.

Opportunity - Exodus jump node

The Curious has just arrived to the staging point, and Astra was ready to vibrate in the commander’s chair. What supplies were they going to need? The Curious did the most traveling and her tanks were still 95% full, more than enough to explore another system. She felt a pang of professional jealousy - Was the Explorer about to test some new technology that she wasn’t consulted on?

Whatever it was, she would have to wait to see it through official channel. Still, the event that was about to unfold would be a sight to behold, because it was unlikely to happen soon in the future. “Open a line to the Lanatos.” She requested, so she could send her invitation.

“Lanatos, Curious. Our Patrol Fleet is about to come through the node, and the Explorer and the Warden are going to be docking together. The officer exchange is then to be formalized and starten on the Curious. We are ready to receive you, if you would like to observe the maneuver.” She sent over, not knowing whether the Primarch was on his recharge.

On board of the Explorer, the marines were scurrying around with equipment, as good half of the hangar bay was being cleaned up for the installation of the new production facilities. The admiral was reviewing the files sent to her from the Faira’Karte. Along with the rest of the trading, a few lessons about the use of strikecraft were learned. The new line would produce a heavier model of remote controlled plane, rather than the the AI controlled light drone. Cygnus wasn’t happy about having to dedicate personnel to flying these things, but the Narix promised a vast performance iintegration
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NSS Latanos
The Latanos’ CIC was a scene of organized chaos as preparations were being made to set out to another system, form the arriving ships, cooperate with the Faira Vanguard fleet and take on the Faira exchange officers.
“Primarch? The Charlatan, Pathfinder and Natanis have arrived, we’re complete. Well, the Narix part of the fleet.” The bridge officer added. “Also, we’ve received an invitation from the Curious to watch the docking of the two lead ships of their fleets.”
“We’ll need to dock anyway to transfer our men to the Curious, not every species has got subspace motivators crammed up their behind. Accept the invitation. Helm, standby to dock, EFg Curious, starboard, large ring.”

“Curious, Latanos, thank you for the invite. The fleet’s together, we’re coming to you.”

A minute later, fourteen jump points formed 5000 meters off the Faira jump node. The Latanos slowly approached the Curious, leaving the rest of the fleet where they were. “Curious, Latanos, we are standing by to dock and transfer the exchange personnel.”
The Narix personnel that had free hands observed the two destroyers. Two gray slabs with massive twin guns in both ventral and dorsal turrets and black, boxy engine pylons jutting out from the narrow aft hull. Odd looking boats compared to the streamlined profiles of the Warlords.

NSS Latanos, Starboard hangar bay
A part of the hangar in front of the docking port has been cleared to make room for the Officer Exchange Program participants. Engineers, pilots, command crew officers, marines and Narix medics were spread around, waiting to be told to what ship they would be going, each donning a new suit and burdened by a sizable bag. With Rear Admiral Libras help, they managed to get ranks, names, basic medical information and other inscriptions translated into the Faira language and written onto the suits. There was an excited buzz among the handpicked volunteers, as none, save the same marine squad that accompanied the Primarch to the Curious, have never even been this close to a Faira ship, let alone on it.
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EFG Curious, Morale sector

As she was notified of the docking by the slight shudder in the ship, Astra linked to the Marine on duty there: "Please escort the visitors to the morale sector." She ordered, setting in her own chair in the theater room and setting the display on the jump node. The Patrol fleet was to jump through any second now. She could feel the tsunamis of the massive mindspace echo slamming into her senses as the ships raced from Exodus towards Opportunity.

As the guests arrived, three in total, she greeted them and offered them seats. Recognizing the Primarch, she addressed him as the head of their party. "Good timing. The watchers are almost through!" she pointed to the hologram. On it, a red wireframe sphere indicated the position of the jump node. Inside, a massive red and white vortex opened up, easily three kilometers in diameter, and spat out two frigate groups that immediately parted ways before the destroyer group went through. In total, 22 ships arrived in system, joining the 22 already in there. the space was a bit less crowded though, as the Vanguard fleet was at the new node, here represented only by the Curious and the Explorer.

"Enjoy the view, the next time something like this happens might not be in your lifetime." the Commander noted. On the display, the two massive warships have started their careful dance, pointing towards each other and approaching slowly. "All this is done by two people linked to basically all of the ship's propulsion systems and one another. It is the closest we have been able to make a helm one with the ship." she narrated, "Imagine processing thousand time more information per second than normally. The Faira piloting have to be hooked to additional life support, both for cooling and charge."

As the ships were now too close for the RCS thrusters to maneuver with reasonable degree of error in normal conditions, one of them came to a stop and both lit up with a small mindstorm, making red lightning bolts appear around their surface. "The Marines are now operating in sync to pull the ships together with thought alone. I never asked - when you look at this, can you see anything out of the ordinary?" she inquired, as nobody thought to even test a Narix for Mindspace sensitivity.
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The armored trio was greeted by a faira guard and brought to what looked like a briefing room or movie theater of sorts. Seated in one of the seats was a familiar face- well, suit.
“Greetings, Commander. Good to see you again.” Taking their seats, Carthus resumed. “Again, thank you for the invitation. These are Adept Eros Adaris, our chief engineer...” He said gesturing to the man to his right in bright orange armor with a bulkier exosuit, “...and Prefect Alestra Fien, marine company commander.” This gesturing to a smaller female, her armor laden with magazines and other pouches.

With the introduction over, the Narix turned their attention to the hologram. Their host put up quite a show. The engineer of the group took note of 22 ships coming through a single, massive jump point. Even though Narix vessels travelled through a shared intersystem corridor, each ship formed its own subspace window upon entry and exit. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of strain the ship maintaining the jump point, likely the destroyer, was being put through.

Initially, neither of the Narix was exactly sure what was so special about two ships docking, regardless of their size. Narix docked their Warlords to stations and to each other all the time to transfer supplies, personnel and many other reasons. But as the Commander revealed more and more about the way the ships were being controlled, it became as clear as filtered water. “So every time you have to dock two ships of this size, your helmsmen ought to book shore leave in advance? If so, why bother? Wouldn’t two three-axis controllers cut it just fine?” The marine asked.

“Out of the ordinary? Hah, if only.” The chief engineer thundered and leaned forward to examine the red lighting around the two destroyers. “Last I’ve seen something like this was a high-voltage transformer malfunction, except this lightning storm right ‘ere is, for some reason, deep red. Pray tell, does that have any adverse effects on the ships? Sensors? Communications? Crew? And if so, how do you counteract them?”

“Very informative, Commander, thank you.” Ascari turned from the projection to the Commander. “However, as much as I hate to be the one constantly pulling work into everything, I believe we still have something to discuss. We have selected candidates for the positions you have requested. They are waiting in the Latanos’ starboard hangar to be sent to their respective ships. Problem is, no one has bothered to tell us who is meant to go where, and sadly, this goes both ways. I trust we can sort that out while we are here?”
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Astra smirked. "They it is as I thought, you are at least to some degree sensitive to our abilities. Without detection and visualization, like we do with laser weapons to see better when and where they fire, there is actually no effect there. Observe." She said as she switched the filter off and displayed the contents of the room they were in. Raising her hand, she lifted one of the chairs, both herself and the chair surrounded by the same storm-like haze, but on the screen there was nothing there.

"What you believe you are seeing actually isn't there, it is simply your mind translating the mindspace distortions. I can't believe neither the rear admiral or the ambassador ever thought to delve deeper into this." she said, from her tone obvious that she wanted nothing more than to get ten Narix volunteers for experimentation, but alas, as Primarch Ascari mentioned, there was more to be talked about. "Indeed."

"I have access to all personnel files you can review, or you can tell me what qualities in a crewman are you looking for and I can make a recommendation. As for who goes where, most of the personnel will have temporary home here on the Curious, but the strikecraft staff is cleared to shuttle over to the Explorer, as that is the only ship in the fleet that actually bears strikecraft. I would be interested in seeing the service history of people who I am getting myself. As for the details for the cooperation, the Admiral tasked me with analyzing and comparing our doctrine, I believe there are things still to be learned by both sides." the commander explained, "Likewise, ask me what you like, I'll answer what I am capable and cleared for."
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Prefect Fien’s eyes seemed to light up at the chair spectacle. “Hm. How much can you lift in terms of mass and dimensions? Do you have to see the object to move it? Could you, say, redirect a 7 by 20 millimeter steel projectile at 600 meters per second?” she deliberately understated the material and muzzle velocity of even Narix sidearms.

“Are lasers in visible spectrum even worth it, considering the energy lost as visible light?” The engineer inquired. “When it comes to technical exchange personnel, Technician First Class Ertanax was the senior engineer of the NSS Halberdier, one of the first Privateer-class frigates, for the entirety of its service. Though lacking in command qualities, her field of expertise is remarkably wide. Technical Centurion Nihlus, while also a capable engineer, possesses something Miss Ertanax unfortunately lacks: people skills.”

“As for my marines,” Prefect Fien continued, “you’ve already met some of them when you stumbled upon the Latanos. Despite what one might initially think, Centurion Ursitis and his squad are the best we have on hand. I’m sure you won’t be disappointed with them. I just hope their live deployment won’t be necessary in the unknown regions.”

Primarch Ascari than took over the rest. “The command crew for what we call cruisers come from the Second Fleet. Our fleet is small and thus couldn’t spare the manpower. They are mainly trained for offensive action, so this will be an extremely valuable experience for them. As our species requires daily sleep, we have sent two instead of the requested one. I hope that isn’t a problem. The pilots are from the First Fleet, one dedicated to defense. A mix of interceptor and heavy fighter wing leaders and one squadron leader, as requested. I don’t have access to much information about personnel from other fleets, but I trust the judgement of the fleets’ commanders. All the exchange personnel are bringing their documentation with them, but given the circumstances, I could probably circumvent the information embargo between the fleets and get you all the declassified information.”

“As for our required personnel: Propulsion engineer, chief engineer, sensors and navigation officers. Most for the Latanos, so a frigate in your terms. Some for the Charlatan and Sandstorm, those you would call corvettes. Selecting the specific officers is up to you. Oh, and a medical officer for each ship. We still don’t know how your people work. We are also sending medical personnel, one team per ship, and the marine squad comes with two combat medics.”
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"That depends solely on the Faira you ask." the commander answered the Prefect first, "An Oracle is not trained or in fact talented in such kind of mindspace manipulation. An Inventor could tell you how to optimize the process, but probably tell you to sod off for giving them such a menial task. A common citizen could perhaps lift their own weight on average in our native gravity. Properly trained psychokinetic, which are most of our combat personnel, there is a large variance of specializations and skill levels. Admiral Cygnus can, for example, control volumes of small particles - she uses her training to create what we call mindspikes for melee combat - basically a shaped plasma blade. Helm on a destroyer without support can move their ship, but if you ask them to create a turbulence in a liquid, they will fail. Then, there is the one in several billion that can be born as what we call an ascendant. One of them could send a Meteor class destroyer into orbit, or compress air enough to ignite fusion reaction." she said, keeping to herself that she was an instance of the last.

"Considering the laser weapons, well, we designed them to be used in space as point defense. And while they do suffer a severe range drop in nebulae or gas planets, those environments are relatively rare, not enough to warrant berthing all of the fleets for refits. As for the next generation, those ships are still on the drawing board." she tilted her head to a side in a gesture similar to a shrug.

"We do not usually land on planets and the like, our Marines are trained mostly to repel possible boarding or to perform their own. As our insertion method is an FTL jump, I don't think I'll be deploying your marines in a possible offensive scenario, but we'll be interested in their opinion on our counter-intruder methods and where we might improve."

"The commanding officers will be assigned to me and my own XO. We take shifts as well, as not to grow insane from the work." she smiled, "Your pilots will be spending their first days with Explorer's engineering to design machines for themselves with our tech base, as we lack in a craft that can actually accept a pilot. The destroyer has been equipped with a manufacturing line, so they will be able to tinker on them to their liking as they grow accustomed to them. As for the information, we can ask them ourselves, no need to bother higher ranks."

"I'll give you the officers form my own battlegroup's ships. They are seasoned in their crafts so they are a better choice for the exchange. Our ships will then take on new candidates for training, so we'll have htem ready when we build the next fleet. I'm afraid we lack in what you would call a medical officer - once our growth is finished, we heal terribly. Wrap cuts in a bandaid, dispose of any tissue beyond salvage, that's it. The rest is probably better handled by the ALchemist and 'Hexus rather than a combat fleet anyway."
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What the Commander shared about Faira capabilities was fascinating, but potentially troubling should there be a conflict with any Faira in the future. Better hope there were no active ascendants, just in case something went wrong.

“Very well, we are ready to receive your people. Likewise, the Narix exchange officers and enlisted personnel are waiting to be transferred.”
As the Primarch spoke, Prefect Fien reached up to her left temple and seemingly mumbled something to herself. At the same time in the Latanos’ hangar bay, the senior pilot clicked the mic to draw the attention of the others and gestured to follow him to a Pillager. Its pilots were just finishing up preflight checks.

“Pilots have been notified, they should be on their way in a few minutes.” The Prefect interjected. “But what are we to do with your people if one starts bleeding, for example? We have no idea where your arteries run, stopping the bleeding would- You DO have a cardiovascular system, don’t you?” she paused abruptly, recalling a note in the Starfleet Bulletin that mentioned the Faira didn’t need to breathe. Should she even be surprised by these people at this point?


The Pillager left the Latanos’ hangar and headed for the Explorer at a steady pace. Closing the distance to 800 meters, the dropship stopped in relation to the Faira destroyer.
“ED Explorer, this is Glaive 6, holding 800 meters off your starboard bow, we are carrying exchange pilots and requesting landing clearance.”
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"I'm afraid not. I believe it is actually what allows you to heal so well compared to us. It is a matter-energy highway which we lack, relying on osmosis to distribute what little solids we need. Think about it, the best medium for such an organ is a liquid. None of that on the Homeworld." the Commander smirked. "Perhaps if we one day manage to improve our logic node growth, we could grow more advanced bodies for ourselves. Not that would be an achievement!"

Nodding to acknowledge the crew transfer, she beckoned to the door: "shall we go fetch your people then? I imagine you would like to join ont he tour of the ship? I would like to visit the Lanatos if I may when my people leave to join you." she asked, eager to get a few notes on general shipbuilding herself.

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Cygnus patched into the sector control channel, standing by to welcome the new reinforcements aboard. "Glaive six, Explorer actual. You are cleared to enter the port-side hangar. Be advised you'll have to guide her in manually, our docking systems have not yet been updated to navigate your ships in." she said, looking at the entrance to see the strange Narix craft fly in.
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“Of course, Commander. It would be nice to see more of your ship. Once the exchange personnel are aboard, you can join us as we’ll have to show them around as well. They will of course be issued schematics of the ship, but those don’t beat seeing things for yourself with a guide to answer questions.” the Primarch said and gestured for his men to follow.

“If you’re going as far as to grow your own bodies, why not simply build them. A machine is more modular than an organic shell. Can’t tack upgrades onto organic bodies as you go.” the engineer chimed in as the trio followed Astra out of the room, “Unless someone decides to detonate an EMP bomb in your vicinity, but there’s a fix to that as well, just a bit complicated. That’s the reason personnel with prosthetics aren’t allowed into combat or frontline roles. Can’t have half your crew lose a limb or two in such an occurrence.”

ED Explorer, Docking bay
“Explorer actual, Glaive six, confirmed. Cleared for landing, port hangar, manual approach.” The pilot acknowledged and begun a counter-clockwise circle around the destroyer. ”Automated landings? Who does she take me for?” he complained to his comrades over the intercom, “Do I look like I’ve never held flight sticks before in my life?” Upon reaching the destroyers ten o’clock, he tightened the approach, planting the ship right into the hangar entrance. Once inside, the ships wings and engines turned 90 degrees to point down. The wings twitched with each motion of the pilots controls, gently nudging the ship to the first free space between two ships he assumed to be Faira shuttles. Turning the ship 180 degrees to make egress easy, he extended the landing legs and, setting down the ship gently, tried to secure it magnetically with success. As the engine note died down, he opened the door leading to the troop compartment.
“You’ve reached the ED Explorer. The flight terminates, please mind the gap.”
The three pilots stood up, collected their things and lowered the boarding ramp, exiting the shuttle to meet their new commander. Saluting in union, the lead Narix spoke up.
“Admiral Cygnus, I presume? Legate Achzarit, 107th Assault Squadron Leader. These are Praetorian Lindus, a Wing Leader of my squadron, and Praetorian iris, Senior Wing Leader of the 242nd Interceptor Squadron. All formerly, that is.”

Behind them, the Pillagers boarding ramp shut. “Explorer control, Glaive six, requesting launch clearance.”
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As the noise subsided and one could hear their own words again, the newly arrived pilots got to look around. Surrounded by a sea of red and gray, it would appear the only one who even noticed their arrival was the Admiral, if it was even her. The hangar appeared smaller than the Narix expected, although they could see several large gates that could have led to other parts. It was reminiscent of a land-based airfield, in a way. Good thing to avert boardings, halt fires and atmospheric bleed in case of a breach, but it introduced unnecessary parking maneuvers into the mix.

“Welcome aboard, pilots. I’m admiral Cygnus, commanding officer of the Explorer.” Cygnus introduced herself, looking at each of the pilots as she did. They were all towering over her, these creatures. “As part of the OEP, you will be receiving your orders directly from me for the duration of your stay. Let us start by getting you situated on the ship and fleet you will be serving at, then we’ll get to the tools of your trade. SPECIALIST! Please show the rookies to their quarters and then to engineering, the Master engineer will be taking care of them for now.” the admiral barked at the nearest deckhand. “Do you have any inquiries you wish to make before we part for the time being?”

Taking orders straight from an admiral? That was new. As were the looks the Faira was giving them. One would’ve thought she would be used to their appearance by now.
“Where are the fighters we are to use? Not sure about your species, but Narix pilots are expected to service their craft when possible, se we’d like to start learning their ins and outs as soon as possible. All we need is a place to drop our things for now.” The legate said, “Other than that, nothing more sir.”

“I’ll say it plain, pilot, our fleet has no fighters as you know them. Hence why engineering is your first stop after you get your gear stowed. You have sizeable budget allocated to you as well as engineers available to build the best craft you can come up with using our technological basis. I can not guarantee the serial production of what you come up with, but we want to see the potential of such craft. Now, off you go.” the admiral answered, “Oh, and your service times were matched with what you are used to form your ship, including your meal and down time, so hopefully your stay here will be as comfortable as we can make it. Share with the specialist where you want to receive the meals, whether your quarters or the morale sector. I or my XO are available on the intercom should you require anything not in Engineering’s power.”

“Noted, sir!” the trio saluted and, once more slinging their bags over their shoulders, followed the specialist.

“Hear that lads?” praetorian Iris nudged Lindus with his elbow, visibly excited, “Remember all the long evenings of complaining about the location of the gear lever in the Marauders? And the atrocious grounding pin connectors? That is null and void, we get to design our own ships using alien tech! How’s that for a sod who accidentally scraped the paint off his fighters belly on landing approach once?”

“Do you think the Faira would make treetop-resistant paint and primer just for you?” The three shared a laugh.

“Enlighten me, specialist, but this ‘morale sector’, what’s that?” Lindus inquired. “A recreational area, a library, a propagandist stand? A little bit of both?”

“I do not know how much you have been told about us, Praetorian, but this ship is not only our service station, but also our home. The morale sector is a small city in the middle of the ship. As you said, you can find a little bit of everything there, from environment simulators through hobby stalls to entertainment centers. It is sa place to unwind while off duty and not in recharge, so that people do not go crazy crammed into this can.” the specialist shared, “Your quarters have been built not far from it, although that is more of an issue of available hull volume.”

Turning the corner, the four of them found themselves in a room with a sole Faira in it, with a red circle marked on the floor and a set of green and red lights in the ceiling. Right now, the green was on, but as soon as they entered, the Faira that was in the room tapped a control on her suit. “Morale sector.” the Specialist announced, ushering the pilots into the circle as soon as the green light changed to red. Once they were in there, the other Faira reached out with her arms, and the group was enveloped by a mindstorm. Faster than their eyes could perceive, they were transported to a room much like the previous one, only in different part of the ship. “Not far now.” the specialist said, leading out tf the room.

Immediately following the mindspace transport ordeal, the Narix adopted a wider, lower stance, scanning their new surroundings as they pieced together the events that just transpired.
“I believe we might be looking at a way of dealing with my wifes fear of elevators.” Prefect Iris muttered dryly and returned to his normal stature. “Looks like this tour will have its downsides after all, before we get used to these oddities, that is.”

“Specialist, you mentioned hobby stalls earlier.” Lindus asked upon his recovery from the surprise, “How do your people usually spend your downtime, be it civilians or military personnel?”

“We govern ourselves by being a military stare, Praetorian. There are no civilians among us. Citizen is the entry rank in the navy, which you receive upon reaching adulthood. Everyone is expected to lend a hand in defending their ship against boarding at the very least.” the Specialist explained, “As for free time, to each her own. I imagine it is the same with your species. Some of us like to watch documentaries, some like to tinker, some just want to lie down in a well lit and warm place. I work maintaining spacecraft most of the time, so I like to engage my mind with strategy games. I wonder if someone made a modpack yet that would add your fleet into the simulators.” the tech said, the last more for herself than the Narix.

“Unlikely. A month ago, we had no idea of each others existence, so information information regarding active military hardware is closely guarded. It’s for that same reason your ships aren’t in our training simulations yet.” the praetorian offered, grateful for the sensitivity of Narix hearing.

Although the idea of mass drafts wasn’t new to the Narix, it would only be implemented if Naris was threatened, and within certain limits. “What does your formal training look like? Wonder how it compares to ours.” Even with one year of infantry training and four more depending on the individuals specialisation, some Narix thought the general population wouldn’t be of much help in such an event.

They have arrived at the quarters, and the Specialist opened each of the cabins, revealing quarters built to spec with what the Narix were used to on their own ships. There were also Faira looking suits waiting for them inside - a recent development courtesy of the scientists on the Alchemist and Faira’Hexus. “A few rules before I take you to see the Master Engineer. Wear those at all times - in an emergency or through less stable jump nodes, you can be tossed about. They also contain personal computers and IDs to let you through security checkpoints on the ship.”

After leaving the pilots to change and set their gear up, she gathered them again and marched them back to the transport room. “Training depends on the branch you are talented in, both where mindspace usage and general skills are concerned. I am skilled with my hands, so I was trained to be a service technician for strikecraft. Those bravest of us are usually made into Marines. Faira that can outsmart a hundred others are selected for naval command. If you are lucky to have been born an Oracle, you’ll be spending a few decades under another Oracle’s tutelage to learn how to recognize mindspace echoes.” she shrugged.

Someone out there, maybe a god, but more likely people from the Alchemist, were looking out for them. Vanguard standard quarters, although lacking the pilots bunkroom atmosphere, with increased gravity and orange ambient lighting, what more was there to ask for? Even the new suits looked more like a modified PMAPS than an original design, making the act of putting them on and getting them operational a matter of two minutes, despite the vastly different software and user interface. They were even compatible with Narix non-invasive neural interfaces. Ditching their bags and Narix suits onto the beds for the time being, they followed their guide to their next destination.

“My thanks to the engineers that put these together.” Lindus examined the suit as they walked. “We’ll just have to field engineer a way to attach our weapon holsters onto them later. I assume they double as flight suits?”

“I can not answer that, I wasn’t informed on your assignment here as much. The Master engineer will likely know all about them though.” the specialist mentioned. “The ME will be waiting for you on the other side. Enjoy your tour here.” The Faira saluted them off and seemed to vanish as the Narix were transported to engineering.
On the other side, the smallest Faira they have seen so far was waiting for them, barely reaching to their breast height. “Ah, Narix! Good good! I am Master Engineer Casei. Here to get acquainted with your equipment I presume?”

“Correct presumption.” Achzarit responded upon making their introductions, feeling a little odd, having to look down at the Faira. First the admiral and now this one, why did they even built their doorways so big? “If you don’t mind, we’d like to start with these suits.” he added, tapping the chestpiece. “For starters, how long will the internal air supply last? I assume they are vacuum sealed.”

“Ah, yes, come have a seat, we’ll need visual aids anyway.” Casei lead to a small break room. As they went, they could see the six massive reactor units powering the ship they were on, along with additional equipment they could only guess at. “Your suits were manufactured by the blueprints sent to us from the diplomats that were overseeing their designs. They are very basic in function, thus far providing only NBC protection and motorized motion from physical standpoint, and have a personal information system. The air supply in itself will last about three hours, but there is a CO2 scrubbing system in the suit that extends that by two hours, and is interchangeable even in contaminated space.” she answered the first inquiry.

“Very nice indeed.” Achzarit mumbled. Up to five hours of airtime. That was a significant improvement over the Narix thirty minutes. It showed though, as the suit was noticeably bulkier. Might have to design bigger cockpits. “How hard will it be to enable the suits to connect with a fighter to provide some basic functions, such as certain HUD elements and communications?”

“We would use a full virtual reality rather than HUD…” Casei said, tapping a few controls on the break rooms intercom. Suddenly, the entire room was darkened and a projection of the space around the fleet was shown, with the explorer in the center. “I have been giving it some thought, and I just can not agree to the viewports on your ships when you can have an armored capsule. And if you are projecting the space around, you can as well project gauges. As far as interconnectivity goes, it should certainly be possible, what for though? Extended life support I presume?”

“Virtual reality seems nice until I have to find an actual switch in the cockpit. And we agree on the glass canopy thing. That’s why our fighters don’t have them. The Pillager is an older design, that’s why the pilot and gunner still sit in glazed cabins. The ships we fly, the Marauder-class interceptor and the Raider-class heavy fighter, have internal cockpits, ejectable in case of emergency. Except we use external cameras and LED screens to simulate a canopy. Regarding interconnectivity, not so much life support, that’s just two air tubes, more for connecting the microphone and headset of the suit with the fighters communication system. Narix fighters also use neural control for certain things, and the man-machine interface is a part of the mask we wear under our helmets.” He removed his helmet, showing the faceless mask with wiring woven into the fabric at the sides and back of the head. “A physical connection is more reliable.”

“May I see?” Casei asked, snapping her fingers at the mask. “How does it work? Reading electrical impulses in your nervous system?” She made a guess. The Faira used a similar interface in their suits, but she could not fathom the need for switches if such an interface was available. “Maybe we are going about this form the wrong end. I want you to dream, people. I want you to tell me what you want, and unbind yourselves form what you know.” she suggested.

“Of course.” Achzarit disconnected two small connectors at the sides of his neck and handed her the mask. “And you are correct. Specific impulses are mapped to specific actions. For example, when we engage magboots and want to walk, the suit recognises that and switches the heel and toe magnets on and off to allow that. The problem there lies with your subconsciousness. Take me for example: First year of my live career, I messed up reentry. All went well until I lost lift at 8500 meters and before I levelled out, I fell 7100 meters. Now, I knew what I had to do to stabilise the fighter, but there was a figurative voice in the back of my mind telling me to forget the fighter and reach for the loud handles. If the neural interface controlled ejection, it would’ve recognised that unwilling impulse and ejected the capsule. Now imagine what that could do if it controlled weapons.”

“As for what we want? To check off the basics, internal cockpit that can be ejected if need be. You’ll have a hard time finding someone who will fly without some ejection system. We are used to a dual stick control setup, right stick for turning, left stick for translation and throttle. Primary weapon hardpoints should be able to pivot, allowing free aiming within a certain margin. Primary weapons themselves shouldn’t be fixed. The option to choose his or her setup leads to happy pilots, and happy pilots perform much better. Thrust vectoring would be welcome. What kind of engines do you use?” He outlined the basic Narix standard.

“Alright, propulsion first then. We use the plasma driver on our current drones - It is basically a subsystem we use to generate and feed plasma into our weaponry, the only difference is that we load a different characteristic into the device to produce more controllable stream rather than as large quantity as it can, and then we accelerate it through an electromagnetic field. As far as I have been briefed, single one of these units would be able to accelerate the craft you came in near the limits of what your physiology can survive. As for thrust vectoring, we find that for space combat, that is highly unnecessary. The polar moments of something like a fighter are so tiny a gyro and RCS can turn it on a dime anyhow. Would that suffice?”

“Two arms, two legs, four fingers per hand AND pretty much the same engines? I did not expect that when I signed up for the Fifth Fleet.”

“There IS another thing to consider…” Casei interrupted, “Operational range. The plasma driver requires a rather sizeable tank to sustain it for any meaningful length of time. What we use on our capital ships are ion drives, which can be made to scale for strikecraft without any decrease in efficiency. It might be worth putting this system onto the craft for long travels - escort missions, patrol duties and the like, so you do not have to call for refuel every day or so.”

“Our fighters can hold patrols several hours long. We never stray too far from our mothership, so frequent refueling isn’t an issue. Not to mention you don’t have to burn the entire way, that also saves a lot. As for thrust vectoring, it allows you to control the fighter without sufficient speed in atmosphere. One of the things that allowed me to save my ship all those years ago.”

“Ah.” Casei said, laying her head into her palm, “I see where the problem is. You are still thinking with the operation parameters of your fleet. Well, let me share with you what you might expect on this tour. We have few ships in the fleet, and only the Explorer is capable of taking on strike craft. Not staying far from the mothership will simply not be possible. Much the same, you won’t ever be deployed into atmosphere. What you can expect are long missions with little logistical support, mostly centered on being the extended arm and precision strikers for line ships, and escort for capital ships, as well as deep space patrols.” she shared.

No hangars on smaller ships? Sounds to me like a design flop. Iris thought, but chose not to share.

“That would explain the misunderstanding.” Achzarit nodded, “How would your command react with a squadron of fighters that can’t fly in atmosphere if for some reason, say search and rescue, you had to descend into one? Leave your comrades to their own devices? But back to the issue of staying close to motherships, yes, in that case, ion drives sound more sensible. When you say ‘long missions’, can you give us an example? Not sure about your species, but our performance decreases after several hours. And we have to sleep once every thirty or so hours. For extreme missions, have you given any thought to two man craft?”

Looking at the three Narix with an amused glance, Casei Mindjumped onto the seat next to her. “There, problem of crew being stuck on a planet solved. We do not have any examples of planetary warfare in our history, so I can not really answer your question about operating in such conditions. Most likely, the cruiser class would be tasked with those instead. That is something you should be asking the CO, not me, in any event.” the engineer thought out loud.

“Thus far, we have only operated with drones, but in theory, a Faira pilot would be able to easily handle a weeklong patrol. Most of which can naturally be done on autopilot, so if done in shifts, there is ample time to rest. Longest combat deployment we expect is thirty minutes, by that any battle should be either resolved or the ships withdrawn and the strategic situation assessed.” the engineer quoted their handbook. “Two man craft should not be too hard to produce, but is it necessary? In a wing of four, two can be on watch, and two can rest to be woken up for combat if necessary.”

“Right, you can do that. Some of us are bound to more primitive methods.”

“As for weeklong patrols, I can’t imagine sitting fixed in a cockpit for a day, let alone a week, not to mention the additional room for food, water and ways of dealing with waste you would need. As I understand it, you require specific light to function. We need to drink two to three liters of water and eat a small animal every day to survive.” he indicated about thirty centimeters with his hands, “Our bodies don’t process 100% of that, so the waste has to leave the body, preferably not into the suit. Without water, we die in four days and are useless at the start of day two. When it comes to food, make that seven days and start of day two. There is a reason why even our frigates have a hangar bay, albeit a small one.”

“That may be another point to bring up with the admiral then, if your deployments have any specific limits that our fleet will not at present be able to satisfy. I’m not sure we will be able to design and build a support ship in time, hm….” she said, having the room display the model of a standard Faira tactical transport. “Maybe if we added a small airlock here? Or perhaps pull the entire encapsulated cockpit on board.” she thought out loud. “It won’t be able to accompany you, but it can jump great distances quickly and should be available on request within minutes.”

Achzarits head sunk into his palms. “Damn it. One would have thought this would cross the diplomats minds. To put it plainly, ten hours we can do, fifteen if the flight isn’t too crazy.” The specialist than got an idea and started brainstorming. With such a support craft, the situation seemed to be salvageable. “That… could work. Pulling the cockpit on board is too complicated, a docking collar would do. One ventral and one dorsal to allow servicing of two fighters at once, maybe?”

“Well, we are here to learn both from and about each other. You don’t know our admiral, she might even have the information and just chose not to tell us to provoke neural activity. I would not gloom over it too much. But, yes, this would be a good enough stopgap before we develop a dedicated support ship. I wouldn’t think pulling the cockpit too hard, in fact I’d suggest making the entire design modular, so the maintenance crews both on the destroyer and that might be sent with the support ship could exchange subsystems and armor plates to increase the operational time of the craft itself.” she suggested further.

“Well, that is life support and propulsion taken care of more or less, details can be hammered out later when we have more context. What next? Defense and offense?” Casei asked.

“Very well, what’s on hand? Our go-to weapons are a rapid-firing 50 millimeter gun for strike craft and a slower 75 millimeter cannon for harder targets, plus a variety of missiles and rockets. That lets us build a loadout for any conceivable situation. What are your ships armed with? I assume something similar? As for defense, are there any specific things we need to learn to utilize the shields properly? Our fighters rely on armoring, countermeasures and maneuverability.”

“We are used to energy weapons rather than projectile weapons due to logistical issues. The same plasma driver we use for propulsion can be used to feed our heavy cannon. Then there is a variety of electromagnetic cannons. We use optical lasers on ships, but the same principle can be applied through the entire spectrum, masers, xasers, infrared…” Casei listed out, “I can’t give you an ASB equivalent unfortunately, it is just too large.”

“As for missiles, again, logistical support is an issue, not to mention that we would need to develop a new propulsion system as scaling it down that much is not possible. I’ll talk to the CO to see if the Lanatos could send some samples over.”

“We don’t have much experience with armor, it was always considered too expensive. What you need to know about the shield system is not much - It forms an ion shell and a magnetosphere around the craft, stopping all damage but the most energetic and sizeable projectiles from reaching the hull. We have the habit of splitting them into control quadrants, so you can boost power in specific direction, for example rear when you are on the run.” the engineer said, accompanying the explanation with visuals from the training manual. “The benefit compared to armor is that the shield regenerates. If you disengage from combat for two minutes, you come back as good as new.”

“There’s really no need to use missiles unless you want to engage more targets at once or over vast distances, especially if you can’t supply them. Our missiles still use chemical rockets for propulsion and a gyro for maneuvering. Not leading targets might take some getting used to.”

“Unless your reverse thrusters are woefully weak, there is no real need to turn your back to the enemy when retreating. If you run facing them, you can use your weapons to explain to them that following you is a bad idea.” Iris interjected. “But such a system will be appreciated. Just how much power does it require?”

“You can decide that yourself. The distribution system is controlled by the pilot, and all three of the key power hungry systems have their own buffers, meaning that for a limited time, you can use engine overcharge, weapons or shields with no power fed to them altogether. In a bad situation, you can reallocate all power form weapons to shield to last long enough for your wingmen to get there to help. In worst case, you can release the reactor safeties for a limited time to recharge the buffers quickly.” Casei explained. “Speaking of which, what power source do you use on your craft?”

“Depends on the craft. The Pillager uses its engines to generate power, but more modern ships use small supercritical water reactors. Making those small enough was the biggest problem the designers have faced. They managed in the end, but they only last a short time before the fuel capsules need to be swapped out. Same story for capital ships, but size wasn’t an issue there. What would happen to the reactor if the safeties were off for too long? More importantly, how long would it take to start melting or irradiate the cockpit?”

“We use fusion reactors with controlled fuel feed. Disabling the safety basically overrides the feed and raises the temperature in the reactor. Without any limit, you are basically sitting on a fusion bomb. A meltdown depends on how higher the temperature gets. Raise it by ten percent, you can probably last a minute. Raise it by fifty, you better re engage the safety as soon as your buffers are charged. Raise it by seventy and your species will cook before the reactor becomes a problem in the first place.” Casei shrugged. “We used a single piece in the drones, but since there will be lives at stake in the new craft, we might want to make the craft slightly bigger and double the reactor. It would give you redundancy, and if needed, stronger output.”

“There is another thing to consider with doubling the reactor and enlarging the craft: maintenance time and costs. Storage and manipulation could also become more difficult. How big are your drones, anyway?”

“The Proton is ten meters in length, four in width and two in height. They are mostly housed in racks in the Explorer’s hangar, which are adjustable so storage of the new classes should not be hard. If we need to make space, the drones are unmanned and can be clamped onto the outer armor. We in fact use this at times when we expect to need to deploy them quickly. In any event, should their reactors prove sufficient, enough manufacturing capacity exists to replace them quickly if necessary, but they are reliable units thus far.”

“Yes, in that case, they will need to be bigger. The Marauder was meant to be small and that’s 19 by 13 by 6 meters. Granted, lack of missile banks and everything necessary for atmospheric flight will allow us to make them smaller. How do you launch them? I don’t think I’ve seen any launch tubes anywhere, so I assume you just fly them out of the hangar door?”

“Aye, or as I mentioned, from the outer hull. Since they are automated to a large degree, they can fly out in a tightly packed formation. Twelve launches per second form a single exit, and the Meteor class has two.”

“For obvious reasons that number will decrease with manned launches, unless you plan to launch automatically and then surrender control to the pilot. Unless that’s the case, it would be best to store the manned ships near the exits. Do you disable gravity for launch, or can you make the fighter support its weight and make it VTOL? We have to go to zero G for retrieving our pilots.”

“It will decrease with the craft size as well, we won’t be able to launch that many next to each other. Yes, the hangar goes zero-g for launch, although a small shield generator can hold the atmosphere. The noise is the most uncomfortable thing ever when you forget to put on your helmet. You only make that mistake once.” she frowned. Her antennae still rang she could swear.

“How do you forget a helmet? Ear plugs I can understand, but helmet?” Such a mistake would cost a Narix their life.

“When you’re a ship’s engineer, you sometimes need to crawl into very tiny spaces. I needed to see somewhere and the helmet was too big to fit.” Casei shrugged, but shrank back in her seat a little in shame. “As I said, you only make that mistake once.”

“So, life support, propulsion, offense, defense and power generation: check. Since we’re not going into atmosphere, we don’t have to bother with wheeled landing gear, control surfaces and the like.”

“I would not say check on defense. What about the missiles? You mentioned some countermeasures?” Casei pointed out.

“I thought we would be using whatever you are. There are several types. For radar guided missiles, our fighters are equipped with chaff dispensers. Chaff are strips of aluminium foil. A cloud of these creates a false contact. Combine that with radar absorbing coating and hull shape meant to dissipate, rather than reflect radio waves and the chaff simply creates a better target than the fighter. We also use radar warning receivers that alert the pilot when a radar is looking at him. IR seeking missiles are more of a problem in space. Flares are the go-to way of dealing with those. The fighter launches several heated ceramic blocks. In theory, the missile will prefer the hotter flares over the colder fighter, but this technology started in atmospheric conditions and they lose effectivity in space. Active jammer can be employed, but much like active sensors, they let everyone know where you are.”

“We could of course use what we have, which is an EW AI. From what I’ve been told, you’re not too keen on those. Otherwise, we didn’t really bother that much, as the doctrine for the drones is to use them an-masse and they are relatively cheap to replace. With the lack of a pilot, they can also pull much sharper maneuvers and accelerate faster, so simply evading or having another drone shoot the missile down was deemed good enough. The AI would be able to use the strike craft’s avionics package to cancel out the lock of the missile easily enough, and instead of the flares, I’d vent the fusion product form the reactor behind the craft, that will create a cloud of very heated helium that could both confuse the targeting, or downright destroy the missile if it flies through.”

“Truly we are not, the most extreme argument against them is the fear of waking up one day to hear your ship say ‘no’ to you. But a simple, dumb AI would take off a lot of workload from the pilot. Canceling out the lock is what the jammer does. Every time the RWR receives a radar pulse, the jammer emits a pulse. The craft, and anything behind it in that direction, will be covered in random noise, but it lets the radar operator know something doesn’t want to be seen out there. The best we’ve been able to do is have the jammer switch frequencies to make homing in on it harder, but that makes it less effective. Venting the reactor could work, but how long will it take for the cloud to dissipate? The flares burn for up to 40 seconds.”

“That would depends on the venting nozzle and if anything else was employed, like magnetic field. I’d need to know the hull shape ideally to optimize the deployment, but it should last a while longer than the flares.” the engineer thought out loud. “Well, that is the thing, our AI are single purpose, other than EW, in this instance, it doesn’t and can not acquire knowledge to do anything else. What it does, however, is not emit random noise, but a precisely calculated burst that is phase shifted to cancel out with the offending signal, there is nothing left to home in onto.”

“Do you employ EW to target enemy craft itself?” she asked, “Shutting down life support, frying communications and the like?”

“Best way of dealing with a threat is to make a big hole in it. However, we do use the things I named earlier to blind them, not just for defense. A single Pillager with an ECM suite can blind an entire fleet. We also use radar or communication emissions to locate and engage targets. For example, the ADRM-13 missile is designed to home in on enemy radars. The moment they try to lock onto you, the missile locks onto them. Either they die, therefore removing the threat, or they shut down their radar, also removing the threat, at least for the time being.”

“Iiii’m thinking more along the lines of getting the enemy to shoot at each other while we watch.” Casei hinted, baring her teeth. Tapping into the intercom, she let the conversation play out loud. “Sector control, is the Narix transport still in the hangar?”
“Negative, engineering, they are en-route to the Latantos already.”
“Patch me through to them.” she waited until she had a line, “Glaive six, Explorer engineering. We’d like to run a small test. We’d like to let our drone’s electronic warfare suite loose on your systems. Nothing permanent, just to see how effective it would be. Would you be willing to run such exercise?”

Glaive Six

“Wait, what now?” the gunner asked. “They didn’t just ask what I think they did, did they?”
“Explorer, Glaive six, eeehhh. Not sure I am a fan of what I hear, could you elaborate?”

“We want to see how deep our suite could penetrate your systems. It will simply give us a pass or fail mark, nothing on your ship should be affected, but for safety’s sake I’d ask you to bring your ship to a stop for a minute.”

“Received, we’re holding 400 meters off the Latanos’ port side bow, give it your best.”
“You are, without a shadow of a doubt, insane.” the gunner commented in a resigned tone.

“Copy, thank you.” making a hand gesture to switch her line, she got back on the earlier, “Sector control, launch a single drone for EW exercise. Target is Glaive six, perform AI penetration test.”

“Confirmed.”

Casei switched the room’s display to the drone, watching as it approached until it was in broadcast range, five kliks form the Glaive. A readout popped up on the screen. “Glaive six, Explorer. Can you see the drone on your instruments? We are ready to begin on our end.”

“Instruments, check. Visual, check. Ugly little bastard this one.”

“Beginning exercise.” Casei said, linking to the drone’s control and engaging the suite. The combined logic and processing power of the AI started chipping away at the receivers, deconstructing the Narix defense. As it gained access to different systems, it marked them on the list, until it could get nowhere else. “We’ve got into communications and navigation through the networking systems, let’S see what else we can do.” she smirked.
Engaging the masking measures, the drone would have vanished from the Glaives radar locator, although the heat signature would have remained if they were looking for it. “Glaive six, explorer. Can your instruments see the drone?” Casei asked as she maneuvered the drone closer to the dropship.

“Gone from the radars, but they register it for a split second when we switch frequencies. Thermal signature still there of course.” The Pillager turned to face the drone, arming its weapons. “Aaand locked. That all you can do?”

“Challenge accepted.” Casei said, mrith in her tone. The drone was not made to do what she intended, but it would do well for the test of what they intended to do. Opening several menus, she had the entire control system of the drone laid out on floating screens in front of her. Disabling the reactor safeties, she fed more fuel into the reactor, and at the same time opened the emergency vent, simulating the thermal protection system discussed earlier. Spinning the drone in a series of fast maneuvers, soon it was enveloped in a cloud of plasmatised gas too big to get a reliable lock on.

To top it off, the engineer used the communications system to emit a strong EMP burst towards the guns pointed at the drone.

The drone seemed to spazz out for a moment, turning the IR camera screen orange. As the pilot was about to make a snarky remark about the general lack of use of such a maneuver, several non-critical systems died seemingly without a reason before coming back to life as hardware backups engaged where necessary and software rebooted.

“Rated G for Genius, Explorer. By forcing a hard reset of several systems, you’ve effectively undone your efforts to seize control of the ship. And that maneuver the drone executed still leaves us a nice, stationary target for dumb fire weapons, AAA and fighter suppression torpedoes. How well do you think your drone would fare against a 50 millimeter railgun at 3000 rpm?”

“Did I?” Casei asked, having maneuvered the drone towards the ship in the brief window it was blind. The pilots could feel the shudder as the magnetic clamp of the drone caught onto their ship. Casei made a few offhand notes to discuss later.

“Do you think you can tow us away? This ship can support its loaded weight in Naris gravity and reach orbit.”
”True, it needs a refuel after that, but you don’t have to know” The pilot thought.
“What the drones small size means is that we can’t turn the turret to hit you right now. Unless we have cover or one of us has time to get out the back and do something about the drone manually, we can’t get rid of you. What would the shield do if someone tried to pass through it?”

“I can not tow you through normal space right now, but I could jump you close enough to the sun for the shielded drone to get back, but you two to evaporate instantly. Not the point of the exercise though. Thank you for your assistance glaive. Send me the bill for the fried components.” Casei said, undocking the drone and directing it back to the Explorer. “The shield would just heat up something your size Glaive. Your 50 would probably go straight through as well, unless the magnetosphere could deflect it off course enough. 20mm would probably ablate enough to be harmless.”

“20 Millimeters? Pff. And have our lads shared with you the existence of a 75 millimeter HFR?” the pilot quipped as he turned to land.

Listening in on the conversations in the latanos’ CIC, primarch Ascari made a note to recommend research into blocking the Faira abilities. A cooperating specimen, or several, would be required.

ED Explorer

“All in all, your EW suite is enough to make our job harder, but manageable in groups. You may have more success in attacking capital ships, if you can get past the engineers on duty. And get close enough through the wall of fire.” Achzarit summarized his impressions from the test. “Unless we can make a mess of enemy IFF or better yet, disable their propulsion, I don’t see much use here.”

“Granted, although to attack a capship, another capship would usually be conducting the operation. In any event though, it seems like it might be worthy to investigate a weapon based on a heavy EMP. You can only have so many redundant systems.” she thought out loud. “Well, it seems like most everything for the components. I’ll requisition some of your missiles, as well as armor samples for testing. Until then, we won’t move on the construction of the craft too much. Last thing, I understand you come form differently purposed squadrons - would you tell me about how your military uses your craft?”

“Depends on who you ask. Praetorian Lindus and I are from a heavy fighter squadron. We are meant to be anything from light bombers trough escort fighters to armed recon.”

“I, on the other hand, am from an interceptor squadron.” Praetorian Iris took over, “My job is to escort friendly bombers, intercept hostile bombers and torpedoes and, if unlucky, other fighters. Usually we are told in advance what is expected of us, but sometimes the situation changes mid-flight. We might be launching loaded for photoreconnaissance and end up strafing hostile armor. Our fighters atmospheric capabilities further broaden the scope.”

“Technically, we can do just about anything if a squadron better suited for given task isn’t available.” Achzarit finished. “That a sufficient description, or do you need something more detailed?”

“Bombers?” Casei tilted her head sideways.

The Narix shared puzzled looks. “Pardon?”

“A bomber is a combat air or spacecraft designed to attack ground targets, naval targets and capital ships by dropping air-to-ground weaponry, such as bombs, firing torpedoes and deploying cruise missiles.” Lindus cited the textbook. “You mean to tell us the idea a strikecraft dedicated to attack capital ships has never crossed your minds?”

“It...wasn’t thought they could succeed in such role. We have weapons that can easily shoot down even a shielded craft. As well, our resource situation was not always this positive. Such craft is too expensive to field for us. Only the destroyers are armed with more than four torpedo tubes for exactly that reason. In our navy a torpedo strike is the last resort. We thought it as a weapon for a single destroyer to wipe out an enemy fleet, or bombard a planet.” Casei shared carefully, trying not to spook the Narix about the Explorer’s capabilities. The admiral did share a memo that the Narix seemed to be vastly underestimating their tech, trusting in their numbers. “A single MIRV torpedo fired from this ship would likely severely cripple your cruiser. It has to for the resources spent building it.”

“A single MIRV from this ship would fall short by several kilometers between area suppression munitions, CIWS and the likes of me.” Iris responded. “It’d take a lot of them to overwhelm a defensive screen.” Unless that Vanguard was alone, but if it was, there was already something wrong.

“I guess the lack of bombers could in part be due to your crafts inability to fly in the atmosphere. It is true they are not as effective in space. But it’s nice to have something with two turrets that’s capable of crippling a corvette, our corvette, that is, by itself.”

“Turrets? What nonsense is this, why not just build a full cruiser?” Casei shook her head. “Well we can try to build something like that but I don’t see it going into production. Something like that must be a huge target, but not big enough to have a ship grade shield.” snickering, she waved the thought off.

“Yes, a single one of those would be in trouble, of course so would all the fighters that intercepted it, burned and fried off by the EMP. Have you seen how many of them can the Explorer launch simultaneously? There are two batteries of twenty launch tubes with ten seconds refire rate, each of those missiles has thirty submunitions moving at roughly five hundred meters per second. You mean to tell me, honestly, that you have the ability to protect a battlegroup from that kind of onslaught?” she said, not believing them even if they said they could.

“Why? A cruiser is what? 200 meters and 40 crewmen? A bomber is 30 meters and 3 crewmen that can go into atmosphere without a crewmember possessing a specific talent. And no shields for our ships, remember?”

“Yes yes, but we’re talking on hot to apply your experience with what we have to work with. Yes, a cruiser is ten times bigger, but Nebula class can easily take down ten of the bombers and live, not the other way around. What is the heaviest ordnance you can deploy form such a craft?” she pulled up a simulation, with a single Faira cruiser in it.

“Again, loadout dependant.” Achzarit dodged the question, not intending to reveal the Corsairs full capabilities. That, and he’s never flown one, so he himself wasn’t sure. “Granted, your shields could complicate things a little.”

“Shall we say ten megatons then?” she made a guess, simulating an attack byt sixteen warheads. The shield fell and two warheads got through, given no interception took place.

“You forget standard missile banks, two turrets and two primary weapons. Those can be used to limit the cruisers defenses. Besides, this was a one-on-one engagement. What fool, besides a religious zealot, would charge a cruiser with one bomber?”

“Ship shield is fundamentally different in power output and stopping power. If this simulation is accurate enough, for a cruiser it would take 140 megaton blast to get through it. Can your strikecraft weapons put out that kind of power?” she said, looking at them funnily

“I meant turrets and escorting fighters.” Achzarit returned the expression, “Bomber pilots constantly complain about those.”

“Anyway, we got sidetracked. So, you have one class that prefers mobility and I assume rate of fire. What about the other, survivability and heavy weapons?” she inquired, making more notes.

“One class that prefers mobility and sensor power. The other class prefers heavier armor. Rate of fire is a concern of weapons, not the platform they are mounted on.”

“I beg to differ. With more barrels you can cycle through, you can virtually increase fire rate and make interception easier.” the engineer said, popping what looked like a silver M&M in her mouth. “But additional mounting points require space and thus size increase, which may be detrimental to mobility. Furthermore, the spacing of the weapons itself and ease of connection to heat sinks concerns the fire rate ather lot. You can not think of the craft as a package of components if you want top performance.”

“If you want more barrels on a single ship, why not build a cruiser?” Achzarit used Caseis own munition against her. “Do you really need the rate of fire to be that large? For projectile weapons, maybe, but with laser-based weaponry, the virtually nonexistent travel time works just as well.”

“Heh, you are correct, I would have built a cruiser instead.” the engineer smirked, “But maybe you’ll surprise me. As far as rate of fire goes, that is more so for the plasma cannons, but the laser’s optics will eventually overheat as well. Fighter is hardly a lab where you can keep everything aligned. There will be vibrations and damage. For redundancy’s sake alone it’s a good idea. It would be even better if they were in fixed mounts and you aimed by maneuvering the ship, much more reliable that way.”

“Anyway, those are the two classes you are familiar with, you already mentioned the bombers, any other subtypes I should be aware of?”

“Ah, you’re right. After all, we are here to learn something new as well. Reverting back to the old days of fixed weapons in fixed mountings. As for the wear and tear - that’s the reason most of our ships have hangars.”

“And again, you never counted on long term deployments. I’d rather we could make the most of what we design. Not that the optics on a laser can’t get misaligned even in a single combat deployment. I suppose it’s an even stronger argument for making the design as modular as possible. That way the support ship to be could potentially change your loadout during mission by swapping up an entire turret. That seems like a neat feature to have, since I imagine we all know how long a plan survives.” she frowned. They said the universe will most likely be empty. And what do we find in the second system we explore ever?

“Now, in-mission repairs and possible changes of loadout are music I like. And we did count with long-term deployments. Except what you call long-term deployment is close to execution by starvation in our circles. Also on the subject of support ships, Perhaps they could be developed in cooperation with our engineers to modify the Pillagers so a Narix ship could service these new fighters as well.” He offered.

“If you could get your commanders to liberate your current ship designs, perhaps we could see if some modifications could be done to your current craft as well to make use of this feature.” Casei agreed readily enough. “I may have something for you too. This is a kind of strike craft we toyed with the thought of.” she said, pulling up a schematic. In there was a strange looking ship, which seemed to be built around a large cylindrical device. “We’ve called the class ‘gunship’ in the blacklab. The theory was to take a line ship gun and build a strike craft around it. The weapon was to be modified to fire at extreme ranges in the span of hundreds of kilometers. It is prohibitively expensive for mass production, but it could be used for surgical strikes against capital ship systems. The biggest advantage is that with its size being what it is, we can cram an intersystem FTL drive inside. Have you ever experimented in something similar?”

“Not to my knowledge, but I am just a simple fighter pilot. Very few people know what or where the 0th Fighter Examination Squadron flies. I see the appeal, but it’d have to be a hit and run weapon, no? I can’t imagine anything could hide its location when it fires. Did this leave the blueprint stage?”

“Not really, no. Cygnus is pretty much the only admiral that wants it, and that is not enough. Of course, Cygnus is the only one in command of a dedicated offensive fleet, while the others are focusing on defense, where understandably such fragile thing is useless, but we in Vanguard believe it would be worth it to put up such large gun where the enemy doesn’t expect it.” the engineer grumbled. “And you are very much correct, it was meant to attack staging points and supply depots. Jump in, do it’s damage, jump out before the escort can close in. I mean, a cruiser could do that just as well, but it’s too big a risk to send a ship that deep behind enemy lines.”

Stretching her arms, Casei shook the tiredness out of them. “Well, we have done a lot, I’ll make a report and submit it on the next command briefing. I imagine you’ll be there. We’ll see what priorities the Admiral gives us. I imagine she would be fond of the heavy fighters. Shall we take a break? Would you like to see some of our stuff up close?”

“We would like to see some at least partially declassified facilities. It might clear the air a little. Hangar seems appropriate, but the description of the Morale sector piqued interest, unless that’s off-limits to aliens?”
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The small retinue of Curious’ officers was gathered at the airlock, ready to leave. The sector controller couldn’t keep her mouth quite shut: “You seen how gobsmacked they were by the morale sector? What do you think they do for fun, XO? Brood in their seat? Euris should fit right in then.”

“Hey!”

“Enough.” Aurigae palcated them, “We are going to represent our people on this tour, try to do your best, behavior including? If you feel the need to bounce off the walls, I suggest magboots.” the XO smirked. She could not wait to see the Narix ship herself though, and more so to see what it could do. The turrets on the Vanguard class were nothing so looming as the P-15s on Faira capital ships, but what they lacked in caliber, they made up with numbers.

“Has the commander told you anything about the CO?” Omicri inquired, but Aurigae could only shake her head. “You know the Commander, she would be more interested in cutting him open to figure out how he works, rather than getting to know the person. Speaking of whom… Attention!”

The Faira lined up and stood ramrod straight as the Commander and the Narix finished up their tour of the ship.

“... And here’s the last stop, your new reinforcements, Primarch. Captain Aurigae, my XO; Lieutenant Farsa, our Oracle; Specialist Xyth, sector controller; Specialist Omicri, my Master Engineer, and Specialist Euris, my Master Navigator.” Astra made the introductions, each of them saluting as they were named before coming to rest.

“Quite the ship you have, commander. I never would have thought to put a part of a city onto a ship. We will have to keep this information classified, else our troops will want them on our ships.” Adaris joked as they arrived back to the airlock to meet the new crew.

The primarch looked over his new crew for a few seconds, trying to assign a memorable feature of each of the Faira suits to a name before gesturing towards the airlock. “Well, on board with you. No point standing here. Mind the change in gravity.” before turning to Astra. “Will you be joining us, commander?”

Following the group into the Latanos’ hangar, he turned to face the Faira crewmen and outstretched his arms in a welcoming gesture. “Welcome aboard the Latanos, your new temporary abode.” he spoke up over the sounds of the busy hangar. “Would you like to visit your quarters first or should we move straight to your stations?”

“Thank you for the invitation, Primarch, but I have my own orientation to conduct. There will be another opportunity, I’m sure. Until then.” Astra said, giving the depating crew a salute. You better return them safe.

NSS Latanos, Airlock

As soon as they were through, the Faira started looking around.
“Stars it’s bright in here!”
“And how did your species evolve to grow this big in this gravity?”
*knock knock* “What is this? Iron?”
“How are there so many souls on board? My head feels like an anthill.”
“Focus, people!” Aurigae’s voice cut the cacophony of questions and remarks.
“Sorry.” answered the quartet simultaneously.

”I’ve been given a group of children...” Ascari struggled not to faceplam.
With a silent sigh, he took a deep breath to answer all the questions. “I am sure you will get used to it soon, and your quarters have been modified to better simulate the conditions aboard your ships. Our homeworld features a lot of forests with thick undergrowth. When we started to walk on two legs, we had to grow bigger to see more. The small ones perished while the tall ones bred. Depends on what you are referring to. It could either be steel, aluminium, titanium, plastic… There are a little over two thousand crew, marines and pilots on board. Mostly so we can change shifts even if we take losses.” Finally, he turned to Aurigae. “Gramercy, captain.”

“It’s why I’m here, Primarch.” Aurigae smirked, “If you would show us a place where we could stow our few belongings first, we would be ready to get straight back to seeing what you would have us do.” the XO moderated, leaving the others to stand still and quiet for now as she scolded them with a gaze.

“Very well, follow me.” the primarch set out with long strides. Reaching what appeared to be a door, the inside only revealed a two by two meter cabin. Stepping in and waiting for the Faira to enter, he selected a deck on a panel beside the door. The door closed and the occupants could feel the room moving upwards at a rapid rate. Ten seconds later, the elevator came to a halt.

“Deck 46: habitation.” a female voice announced as the door opened. Leading the group across the hall, he placed his tacpad on an orange panel beside a door marked *Faira Crew Quarters* and stepped aside to let the Faira inside. The room simulated Faira gravity and lighting, but was otherwise a standard Narix accommodation: a bed and a locker for each crew member, two large shared lockers and a table in the middle.

“I understand you do not require sleep, but you are entitled to the same living quarters as any other crew member. I shall wait outside. When you’re done, we can get started. If there is something that needs to be added or changed, let me or the ships quartermaster know right away.”

“This is… luxurious even by civilian standards, trust us, this will do fine. We do not require sleep as you do, but some rest time is needed to recharge - the lamps in our suits can not sustain us indefinitely. Does the Latanos have an observation deck that could be exposed to direct starlight? Failing that, multi-spectrum lamps on the ceiling would do. If you give me the parts and a power grid access point, I can set us up.” Omicri noted.

The Faira went in the room, each emptying a few little suit compartments into the small lockers and returning to the elevator. Aurigae explained a little further: “If you intend to engage our Mindspace abilities like we would have on our ships, then please consider that would extend the rest time significantly for some of us. Lieutenant Farsa can farseek for about eight hours, Specialist Xyth can track craft with your fleet traffic only for about two, unless they are assisted by other instruments. I could probably crash-jump the Latanos several light years in an emergency, but you shouldn’t count on me for several days afterwards.”

“There are two power outlets next to each bed, sufficient to charge even our suit power cells. But before you start engineering your own solution, I advise you to take a look into the shared lockers. One of them contains something the Faira’Hexus sent over two days ago, I think they called it a ‘Portable Light Berth’, if that sounds familiar? Anyway, specialist Xyth, the air traffic control center is near the ventral decks. Prefect Fien will take you there. specialist Omicri, Engineering is in the aft section. Adept Adaris will take you there, he will be your direct superior. The rest of you, follow me to the combat information center, where your work stations will be. Only you, me, my Narix XO and the marines have access to your quarters. Were you given the ship deck plans and access codes we sent?”

“We were. You have your guides assigned people. See what you have to work with and report to me your expected recharge schedule so the CO can plan accordingly.” Aurigae instructed on the matter, saluting off the engineer and sector controller. “Primarch Carthus Ascari, I am relinquishing command of our personnel to you as of this moment.”

NSS Latanos, Command Section

The command section, except the auxiliary CIN, was in the very core of the ship. Passing through two checkpoints that would put a road barricade to shame, the combat information center opened before them. Entering from the rear, the room was separated into two sections. The rear section was raised over the front section and housed the sensor and navigation stations on the left and communications on the right. In the middle was the commander’s and XO’s station that could supplement any of the CIC’s stations. In the forward, lower section were two helmsmen and gunnery control station. The sensor and navigation stations were missing one officer each to make room for Farsa and Euris. Likewise, there was no XO to be found.
“Lieutenant Farsa, specialist Euris, your stations are on the left. Hope you don’t take working with radars, lidars and subspace detection equipment personally, lieutenant. Specialist, Narix navigation officers are responsible not only for keeping track of this and other ships, but also feeding maneuver information to helm and setting up subspace jumps. I take it you have ample experience in these fields and since both of our species rely on the same, or more precisely a similar phenomenon for FTL travel, I don’t expect problems.”

Turning to Aurigae, he continued. “The XO’s job is fairly self explanatory, but there is a secondary function to that. When the commanding officer is off duty or otherwise indisposed, you’ll be in charge of the entire ship. And since the Latanos is the lead ship of the Fifth fleet, then by extension, all elements of the Fifth Fleet present. That is why I’ve sent additional information to your ship information system account, you can access it through any public terminal on the ship or thorough your suit. Questions?”

Farsa was the one to first to ask: “What is the range on the subspace detection? I want to know whether I should substitute. Also, can your instruments track a ship into a jump?” she turned to face the Primarch.

“The sensors are enough to track subspace movements within one system, and yes, we can track a ships full course through subspace. If we recognise the ship’s signature, we can even tell what ship it is. As for inter system travel, anything travelling through an intersystem corridor gets out of range very quickly. We can usually detect incoming intersystem signatures about eight seconds before they arrive.”

“You misunderstand. In conjunction with the Specialist and your helm, we can get the Latanos to jump using the same channel of the jump node, or guide the rest of the fleet in. It puts a bit less wear on our drives if our fleet jumps that way, as all of the motivators work to sustain a single one dimensional pathway. Is that something worth trying?”

“We do not recommend continuing combat like that though, our preliminary research shows that Mindspace travel and high energetic discharges do not mix well.” the navigation specialist quipped in.

“Ah, I see. Then the answer is no, to my knowledge, our drives cannot send several ships through the same corridor. Every ship has to create its own jump point. However, it is worth trying. I’ll bring it up when I meet with the chief engineer.”

“I’d need to pour over the files and service history of everyone in that command if I am to know a thing about leading them out of the dock much less on mission, that alone can take days.” Aurigae noted, “Perhaps you should not give me that sort of responsibility from the start. Your people and ours think and behave differently on very fundamental levels. May I suggest I start with only the cruiser?” Not to mention I never commanded anything bigger than a battlegroup, and that’s the size of one of your lances. she thought, but kept that for herself.

Noting the captains response, the primarch nodded. “Of course, that is one of the reasons why the other Narix command team is still on board. Both they and I are here if you require anything. Even Artorias the Indomitable didn’t become one of our greatest military leaders overnight. But some circumstances are beyond our control. Who knows what awaits us on the other side of that jump node? In 32 hours, you might be the last surviving member of this ships officer corps. But let us hope that won’t be the case.”

Yes, let’s. Aurigae thought bitterly, suddenly not feeling sorry at all for the Primarch for having to deal with the Commander Astra on first contact. She used her access codes to link all the data feeds she would need into her suit to have everything on hand. “Curious reports red for undocking, we are likewise… green?” I’m getting a headache.

“Thank you, XO.” Carthus was about to take his seat when he paused, remembering something. “Yes, life tip: Condition White - ship docked, skeleton crew. Green - standard operation. Blue - ship about to attack or otherwise in an abnormal situation. Red - ship damaged, under attack or otherwise in a very bad situation. Black - ship lost. As for regular colors: green, white and orange are good, red and black are bad.”

NSS Latanos, Engineering Deck

Upon exiting the monorail that took them to the aft section, they were greeted by yet another checkpoint, this time accompanied by massive blast door with an air lock. Behind it was engineering itself, a ring encircling the main reactor, separated by bulkheads into six sections, each responsible for a different group of subsystems - main control, power management, life support, propulsion, weapons management and FTL control. Entering from the left side of the ring, Adaris led Omicri counterclockwise through the ring, explaining the purpose the various sections served before reaching the foremost sector.

“An here is the heart of the thing. While all sectors can operate independently, this is where all the information aggregates. Like a switch on a local area network. For security reasons, each sector has direct access to escape capsules on the outer ring walls. The main reactor is inside the ring, while the backup, smaller one is in the front.” he pressed a few controls on his tacpad. A horn accompanied by a vocal radiation warning played in her suit. “If you hear this, seal your suit and make to the nearest airlock for decontamination. Green lights with a symbol of an atom with a splitting core mean radiation, red lights with the same symbol mean lethal dose. Personnel files of everyone you will be working with are waiting for you in your intranet mail. Before I answer any questions you might’ve, what specialisation were you? Or were you a general engineer, a bit of everything?”

“Lethal dose to you is not even a sunburn for me.” Omicri said, “I can not claim to be fine if I take a bath in the core, but I can most likely perform maintenance on the primary circuit once it cooled down a little or make emergency repairs in the contaminated area if necessary. And if all else fails, I have a personal shield installed on my suit.” the Faira said, recalling some of the specs that were sent her way earlier.

“I have about 170 years under my belt, I have the basic gist of everything I needed on the Curious, hence why I made Master engineer. That means nothing. I’ll need to go over schematics and safe operating limits of your tech if I am to perform to expectation. That said… I can’t wait to get my hands on them. I do like to tinker with engines in my free time though, I suppose that would do for specialization?”

“You’ve just volunteered for containment and cleanup, then! The power crew will like you.” Adaris bellowed with a hearty laugh. “But if you see red, expect to start those around you to start vomiting blood and dying in agony. What kinds of engines, magnetoplasma rockets? Combustion engines? Solid-fuel chemical rockets?”

“Ours use magnetoplasma rockets and Ion drives, but that is just work. For the last decade I’ve been toiling away on a gravimetric drive with Commander’s assistance, but it’s still some time away. If you had any other ideas for drives, I’d like to have a look at them off-duty.” The engineer said, a sparkle in her violet eyes. “Back to the reactor at hand… It would help if you let us install a shield unit around it.”

“I’m not sure about the power requirements, our weapons can be power hogs. Perhaps the shield could start as a failsafe, only engaging in case of a breach to see how that works. That technology is still a mystery to us. If you would send me more details, I would look over them and decide. If you would like to broaden your horizons a little, I’m sure the hangar crew chief would let you work the strike craft for a time. Combustion engines, miniaturized components, solid fuel boosters and more. The reactor is encased in a cooled lead shell. If radiation starts leaking here, it means we’ve a big hole in the ship. As for the drives, I started at weapons engineering. Engines are not exactly my field. Besides, research and development mostly happens elsewhere, not on serving ships.”

“I beg to disagree, research should be done where it’s also applied. That’s where the information is gathered and where it can be best put to test. Any other transfer just dilutes it and provides a delay.” the Faira shook her head, but then waved a hand over it. “I am fairly certain I won’t be able to say the admiralty to give you access to the working of the technology, but a sealed unit working either off of its own power source or a buffer capacitor might be doable. It would be more of a meltdown measure than for any battle damage, but still, it might prevent some of those agonizing deaths.”

“Weapons engineering would be fun if my CO didn’t outclass every single one of us in that. Don’t let her personality fool you, Commander Astra may not have came up with our battle doctrine, but she’s the one who made it possible.”

“Those who have the minds don’t necessarily have the meat to be military. And many of the things you see around you are developed by private companies. It helps keep the economy going. If we can install the shield without gutting half the ship and we can support it while staying within limits, then we can have a deal. But it has to go through the primarch and the council first.”

He didn’t know what to think of the Faira commander. She didn’t strike him as bad, but in a private moment, the primarch made a few unflattering remarks.

“Those deaths should be prevented by not having a hole blown straight through our hull and containment.” “Although truth be told, if we have to draw blades, the best thing that could happen is the primarch gets incapacitated and XO takes over. That or we’re all dead.” he thought grimly, but kept it to himself.

“True, but… Sorry, can’t say.” Omicri looked towards the ground, her face unreadable. “Funny thing though, your economy. How in the world did such unmitigated chaos manage to fund your nation into space I’ll never fathom.” she smiled.

“Has anyone told you how we unified?” Adaris raised an eyebrow.

“More unmitigated chaos?” The engineer snorted, “To us, that’s how most things your nation does seems like. We can not tell how it works, and yet, here you are.”

“The death toll took years to count accurately. Before that? You’d find ten different nations struggling to make it out of the system. But you are right, sometimes I get lost in it myself. That’s why I don’t bother, and just maintain the ship. I suggest we get to that.”
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Meanwhile on the Faira ship, things have been doing same and yet different. With the general tour of the ship complete along with the Primarch, the new reinforcements from the 5th fleet were already made aware of where their workstations were to be as well as their quarters. Much like the pilots on the Explorer, each of them had a suit waiting inside, albeit those manufactured on the Curious were much more resembling their Faira counterparts and came loaded with all of the software they would need to perform their duties, alongside with an invitation to visit engineering if they desired any customizations.

“Well, people, I look forward to working with you. I want you all in the briefing room tomorrow at 0800 when you start working. Until then you are off - go recharge, go get to know the crew, call home - whatever you want. We’ll set up your schedules as we go along.” Astra relieved them.

“Thank you, commander. Are there any shipwide occurrences we should be aware of? Evacuation drills and the like?” Prefect Linsis inquired, wondering how the Faira on the Latanos would cope with almost daily unannounced exercises.

“This chime,” Astra said, playing the sound from her suit and causing every Faira in earshot to drop what they were doing and grab for something bolted to the superstructure, “means the ship is about to jump. You should grab something firm even if you wear the suit, especially in combat or crash jumps, as they can toss the ship about. Anything else is announced over the intercoms in your suits. Evacuation is handled by the same Faira that man the transport rooms, so just report to the closest one to you. As for the rest, all will be explained to you tomorrow during your orientation once you report to your station.”

“Duly noted.” Linsis nodded, the reaction of the Faira crewmembers letting the Narix know this was serious. Just what manner of terrible things would be happening every jump? “That would be all from us for now. If any questions come to mind, we will be sure to ask at the briefing.” Saluting, the four turned to leave.

“Looks like we are off duty for now. Going easy on us. Few final pointers: Ertanax, think twice before you speak. No need for interspecies incidents. Faustus, remember what they told us at the briefing about bringing up their home. And Nihlus, try not to tell them every last detail of everything we have.”

The next day, 0800

The briefing room was prepared when the Narix would have started filing in, a projection already set up.



Alongside, the command crew of the Faira has also entered, all taking whatever seat was free at the moment, with the Commander taking the ‘stage’ to the front.
“Alright people, the orders just came in. The Vanguard and Fifth are amassing next to the jump node, we’re going through today. With the coordinated jump between ourselves and the Narix Fleet, the Studious group has returned home for refit on the Frigate’s systems. Once they are cleared out of OpEval, you can expect us to be given some Civ’Leave as well.”

A round of happy murmurs followed.

“Before that, we are once again taking the point. The entire group will translate the node in standard formation, but this time, the NSS Latanos is accompanying us through the jump. They will be testing their ad-hoc sync drive, so expect a rough ride. Everyone who doesn’t need to be on their feet should be strapped in.”

“That said, that is not the only addition, as you have certainly noticed, and some changes. Captain Aurigae and several others have departed for the Latanos, and Lieutenant Zana will be taking her place on the other shift as commanding officer. For the duration of their stay here, Prefect Linsis will be my XO, and Adept Faustus will act in a similar role to the Lieutenant. Lieutenant Farsa will be substituted by Lieutenant Cartis, formerly the Sector Commander of the Studious group, as our Oracle. Specialist Niziz will be substituting for Specialist Xyth as our sector controller. The Specialist is fresh out of training, so give her a warm welcome. Master Engineer Omicri’s place will be filled by Specialist Alesi, Master Engineer of the ECV Wisdom form Studious group, and she will be assisted by Technical Centurion Ayrton Nihlus and Technician First Class Tarith Ertanax. Lieutenant Zana will be substituted by Specialist Arga as our new helm. Finally, Specialist Euris is to be substituted by Specialist Eridae. Please welcome the new members of our crew from the Narix fleet as you would our own. Our lives are in each other’s hands after all.”

“We jump in two hours. The floor is open if you have questions.”

As their names were mentioned for the first time, each of the Narix stood up with a bow of their head.

Two hours to get set at their new posts. Then they would see what the jump drive fuss was all about. Tarith was not at all happy the Narix were testing a new drive and she wasn’t there. She wasn’t even told and had to learn about it from a different species. That indeed stung a little.

As the crowd got up when no questions followed, the people responsible for the Narix came and approached them. “Prefect, you’re with me.” the commander said, beckoning the Narix to follow her.

“Looks like it’s your lucky day, we get to lounge for twelve more hours while the rest does the hard work, Adept.” Zana smirked at Faustus, inviting him to her quarters for a round of games.

“Right, I am used to a vessel far smaller than this, I think I can use both of your hands.” The new Master engineer nodded to the two Narix to be in her care.

The Marines were approached by the mother of all giants, a black-suited Faira who towered head taller over all of them. “Right, let’s see what you can do. Grunts, to the cargo hold, you and mine are going to run spars. Centurion, I’d like you to accompany me to inspect our defensive measures, I and the builders in the shipyards would like your input.” Virgo ordered.

“Sparring in this gravity? Why have the suits?” one of the marines murmured among the crowd as they marched in formation to where the cargo bay was located. Meanwhile, the centurion matched his pace with the biggest Faira he’s seen so far. “Can’t the Faira who work the transporters be classified as a defense measure? What’s stopping them from thinking any intruders outside of the hull, or better yet, straight into the brig?”

“They could, however they will be too busy deploying us through sealed bulkheads to where we need to be. Also, not everyone can do that all day like the Commander. Deploying squad after squad of enemy combatants outside would tire them rapidly. We have our own ways though. HEY! YOU! WITH THE QUESTIONS!” Virgo waited for the concerned Narix marine to detach from the group, before activating the anti-intruder foam on him, leaving his head sticking out of the block. “We do.” she answered his question, multiple weapons deploying from her suit to show them off. “Take a wager how long it takes him to chisel himself out?” Virgo offered to the Centurion.

“What’s interesting is his name means ‘stone’ in your language.” the centurion scratched the foam with an amused expression. “Usually, we seal the intruders in a given section, cut life support and keep making sudden gravity changes in that section until they give up or die, but this works rather well. Petrus is an engineer, he’ll figure out a way. Just make sure he gets out before he dies of dehydration or life support failure, he’s a father of four.” the centurion finished, flicking the foam off his fingers.

“Well, the option is there, and our marines use gravity manipulation to good effect, you’ll see at the spars, but if the enemy has their own life support suits, all you’re doing is slamming the door on them. We figured not being able to move was a good first step, then chisel them out one by one and safely transport them to holding under watch.” Virgo said, loosening the Engineer’s helmet so he could move his head at least. “Word of advice, unless you too have iridium teeth, biting your way out is not a good option. If you are willing to suffer some indignity, feel free to call for help.” Virgo smirked, before giving the poor engineer a salute and turning to walk off with his commander.

“As you have noticed, the internal space of our ships is very small to their size, and we mostly use the services of our sisters to get around, so we could make the corridors twisted, sort of illogical to follow unless you know the layout, and aside form the foam that also acts as fire retardant - it’s original purpose really - we can toy with gravity and life support, and there are checkpoints at strategic places.” she pointed forward to where there were turrets mounted on the walls right behind a bulkhead.

Leaving Lindus to be excavated by the rest of his team, Uristis listened to the Faira marine commander. “Then aside from needlessly illogical layout, our defensive measures are pretty much the same except crew numbers. But wouldn’t the foam be an obstacle? Say you get boarded in a fight, you seal the intruders and block the halls with the foam. What if you have to get through that hall to contain battle damage and no transport is available? How many halls do you have running parallel to each other if one or more get blocked for any reason?”

“There are two main paths running the length of the ship. Transport is usually available in some manner, as I took care to have one squaddie that can do what the transport specialists can at least once or twice before needing rest. It is not a universal requirement in the fleet or the military as a whole.” the Master of Arms noted.

Just two main paths? Sure, easier to hold, but equally as limiting. “Your checkpoints, what do they look like? An airlock with guards, maybe monitored from a security office?”

“A bulkhead rather than an airlock.” Virgo noted as they passed through the checkpoint, knocking on the internal rail of the door that would slam shut by the gravity if the mechanism failed. “The guns are a scaled down version of the PDG on the hull of the ship. Our designers are very, very fond of standardization. What of your ships?” she asked.

“Standardization, or defenses?” the Centurion asked.

“I asked for the latter, but now that you mentioned it...” Virgo shrugged.

“As I said earlier, much the same. But While we can’t mess with gravity or move our opponents by thought alone, our ships have more surveillance than our capital city. One of the biggest problems an intruder would face on a narix ship is the constant watchful gaze of security officers on duty. Another part of our defense plan are strategically placed entrances. Unless you mindjump wherever you wish, you have to go through the hangars on larger ships or storage on smaller ones. And if you manage to break out of there, anywhere you try to go, you’ll have to cope the crew as a whole, sealed bulkheads, gravity changes and most importantly, a force of marines that can be quickly directed to block your path anywhere aboard the ship. Don’t let Lindus fool you, in the first year of his service, during an uprising, he bludgeoned two hostile combatants to death with his empty rifle, and that was before power armor. Now imagine a few dozen like him at once. Unless mindspace usage is common among the various species that no doubt roam the stars and we are the exception, that would make a hole in our plans.”

“As a side note of the standardization, mostly everywhere but the Fifth Fleet.” he chuckled. “As we were expected to be away for long periods of time, ships of the Fifth were modified - better crew quarters, cooks recruited out of civilian restaurants, a fully-fledged movie theatre, a library.”

“Oh? And yet, your CO and most everyone of you looks baffled when they see our morale sectors. Imagine what the others of your military would feel like. If this merging of forces thing goes through, we’ll need many more ships for all the volunteers.” Virgo snickered as they reached a transport room, where Virgo had them jumped to the cargo hold. A small section of it was taken by various obstacles that simulated both the inside of a ship and obstacles one might find on a planet. “I apologize for the pathetic playground of a training area, but as I said, for a ship one kilometer in length, the Comet class is really cramped even by our standards. We moved your weapons to the armory, care to run a few comparison tests before the stonemasons arrive?””

All but team two started to examine the obstacles, waiting for the ‘stonemasons’ to arrive. “That name is going to stick with them for at least two months, sir. And we thought a library is weird to have on a warship, you put a part of a city here and as we understand, it’s standard issue. THAT is what we find, as you say, baffling.”

“Once, if that is, they decide to let you through to Naris, I think you should apply for a visit. We turned one of our moons into training grounds. So what now? Start with physical, move to obstacles, then marksmanship?”

Though he intended to add something, he was interrupted by the hasty arrival of the stonemasons. “Team two reporting, sir...s!”

“I see one issue that needs fixing. Centurion, for now, you will retain command of your squad. You personally will be getting your orders from me, just like the rest of my squad commanders. Later, when we see each other work, I might mix up the squadrons around, we shall see.” Virgo cleared up the chain of command.

“We’d like to see what utensils you brought.” One of the Faira squad leaders said, and Virgo nodded. “SL, bust out the equipment.” she ordered, and what looked like targets made out of layers of different materials were brought up. “Benchmarking targets.” Virgo explained. “Let’s see what kind of stuff your weapons can go through before we go to the rest.”

“Our weapons fire tungsten projectiles, are we sure no one will be harmed and nothing will be damaged by ricochets?”

“The first layer to get through is the standard issue personal shield. If those projectiles draw their energy from velocity rather than mass, they won’t do much more than splatter on the on the last layer at most. The first actual armor layer is the suit standard you and we are wearing, which is a ceramic fiber in metal matrix composite plate and 3D nanofiber metal mesh underlayer. Behind it are three layers of what we use for ship armor - reconstituted biopolymer plastic, heavy metal armor alloy and what’s upscaled version of the suit’s armor plate.” the master explained, “Although if it makes you feel any better, we’ll put up a shield around as well. You know what to expect of your stuff the most.”

“Acastus, Erixa!” Ursitis gestured at the targets. “Start with low settings. And someone make sure there are no flammable materials around the targets.”

The two named soldiers retrieved their equipment - a standard rifle and a longer marksman variant. Going first, the team’s field medic quickly disassembled her weapon to make sure everything was in order before putting it back together and taking her place at the firing line. Adjusting a knob on the side of the weapon, she disabled the safety and waited for an all-clear.

“Engineers struggled to figure out a way to make the weapons work without punching a hole through walls that weren’t meant to be penetrated, such as weak hulls. We’ll start with the lower ones and work from there.” Ursitis explained.

Given the signal, the Narix raised her weapon and fired, producing a rather massive muzzle flash from the heat generated by the friction between the sabot and the rails. Upon impact, the incendiary mix in the tip ignited, detonating the explosive filler, shattering the bullet’s steel cover and sending its splinters flying. The tungsten penetrator would then continue on through the target.

Or it would have if it didn’t detonate prematurely upon contact with the shield. Upon closer examination, a dent in the armor indicated the penetrator was going sideways when it hit.

“200 meters per second, 77 kilojoules.” The marine announced. “What do you reckon the impact force was?”

“Not enough to go through a shielded standard issue suit. Light suit worn by command staff, diplomats and citizens might have left them with a bruise, heavy suit like mine, probably I’d feel it and that’s about it, but that’s because of the shield, and not everyone chooses to equip it. Humor me and let’s do another round without it.” Virgo frowned, already having the idea of what this round was going to do and not liking it one bit.

Again assuming her stance, the marine fired once more. Without the shield there to disrupt the projectile’s intended operation, it detonated when it was meant to, the suit layer gave way, the penetrator went right through before shattering upon impact with the second, ship layer.

“So something to nullify shields.” Ursitis made a mental note for the R&D. “Shall we try with shield and a higher setting? Say 300 meters per second?”

“All of you that claimed a full body shield is unnecessary? At the end of your shift, you are going to engineering, and you are getting it, no questions asked.” Virgo ordered, making the mental note to push this up the chain of command to make it a fleet-wide order. “Feel free to go up to your comfort zone.” she nodded to the Narix, herself wondering about the result.

Nudging the medic away with an elbow, the marksman took her spot. “Why would you have access to shields like this and NOT use them?” she shook her head, setting up her rifle. “Let’s go 500. Shame we only brought this ammunition type.” Increasing the power assistance of the suit to withstand the recoil, she fired full of expectations.

Noticeably flinching backwards as the shot was fired, the suit kept the barrel pointing the same way despite the recoil strong enough to fully compress the shock absorbing stock. Perhaps somewhat unexpectedly, the penetrator went through the shield, the suit and still had enough energy left to gough a notch into the second layer.

“Well, that’s much better.” the marksman commented. “Have a theory why the shield failed, sir?” she turned to Virgo, lowering her rifle.

“Engie?” Virgo asked one of her squadmates, who seemed to have been monitoring the shootings.

“Seems like on the initial test, the shield vaporized the casing and ignited the explosives. The penetrator element was deflected by the magnetosphere. In the second test, the penetrator went pretty much straight through, and the shield couldn’t heat the round up enough in the time it was in contact to ignite it or compromise its integrity. Can we do one even faster? I think the shield might actually start setting it off like when it impacts a solid target.”

“Can do.” the marksman turned the knob to an area marked in orange and waved one of her squadmates over. Unfolding the bipod, she used her squadmate to support the weapon as she took aim.

“These settings are extreme, meant to be used when the weapon is resting against a solid piece of rock or something similar. The second suit substitutes that.” the Centurion noted.

When the second soldier let the marksman know his helmet microphones were disabled, the marksman fired, the muzzle flash nearly a meter in length. At 800 meters pers second, the kinetic penetrator alone carried over 1200 kilojoules.

“Tell me you got that, because I would prefer not to repeat that.” the marksman stretched her right arm.

“I imagine that is not too usable in ship combat?” Virgo frowned, “Also, sidenote, the bang and stench are absolutely abysmal. Seems to me like the weapon might also maim the user upon the highest setting.” the master of arms shook her head.

“Confirmed,” the engineer said, “ignition at the shield threshold.” the engineer noted, “Seems like the shield has a weak spot to that particular round around 500 meters per second, and the standard suit can not handle the penetrator at and above that speed. Heavy I think would survive until you need to support the weapon.” the engineer reported.

Nodding, Virgo headed off to the target to examine it. “Seems like the penetrator would also go right through, probably pretty hot. Unless you hit something major, it would not do much to us. You, being mostly liquid form what I understand, is a different story.” Virgo said as she returned to the firing position. “Would you like to try our own, or should I demonstrate? We do have handheld versions as well.” Virgo offered.

“Correct, this is for planetary applications, when you have to disable a vehicle or hit something at 1600 meters. When used correctly, even this setting is safe, but this tests the border between what’s safe and what’s not.” the marksman turned the settings down again. “We do have air rifles in stock, but left them all at home. Those are nearly silent, but have to be pumped to keep their effectiveness.”

“We certainly won’t turn down a demonstration.” the centurion nodded, waving at his squad to clear the firing line. “If any of you feel the urge to try ours, you only need to ask. Somehow you even have the right amount of fingers.”

“Aleph squad, form up.” Virgo said, and four of the Faira lined up at the range. “I don’t know how much you have been told about our ship weapons, but it’s a lot similar on the smaller scale. First is the sidearm, which are small caliber and low speed plasma blasters.” Virgo explained, and the first Faira deployed the weapon from the forearm pod on her suit and shot with it, once at the unshielded target and once on the shielded one. The damage was completely undone by the shield, and there was a good sized scorch mark on the suit layer plate, but not much more.

“Leaves something to be desired. What’s the range and how many times can it fire before you’re out. I assume it’s at least ammo efficient?”

“Not very effective, but against a soft target in last resort situation, it can save your antennae. It is also so compact that you can very easily conceal it. As far as ammunition goes, it uses plasmatized nitrogen, so within atmosphere, the suit replenishes the clip from there. The tank is big enough not to be a bother, but the gun needs a cooldown after fifty rounds, hence why we usually have one on each arm.” Virgo explained.

“Next there is the anti-materiel laser.” the next Faira continued, bearing a handheld version of the weapon, pointed it to the targets. It took a few seconds to go through the shield, almost none to go through the suit layer before it bit into the ship armor, going halfway through before the weapon shut down and vapors from nitrogen poured on it’s heatsink.

“Good against one target, but everyone in the star system is going to know where you are. If what you kill has friends, staying in the same place would not be advisable.”

“Honestly, we do not count on deploying Marines to planets. This is for ship bound work, just in case some diminutive race or technical geniuses figured out armor vehicles that could fit in, or to defend hangars against boarding attempts.” Virgo noted, “then there is the dual-mode plasma cannon.” she nodded to the remaining two Faira

The first one deployed the cannon from shoulder mounts, firing high-velocity blobs that punched through the shield after several rounds and melted the suit layer, but gone no further. The other Faira shot it in a continuous beam mode, punching right through the shield, but it took a second or two to amass the damage on the armor.

“But, most of us prefer this.” Virgo said, mindjumping next to the target and swinging her arm forward, a red and white plasma lance forming in her hand that she rammed easily through both the shield and suit armor. It was obvious that compared with the Faira’s superior speed and mindspace mobility, it was not to be taken lightly. “Mindspike can take many forms, from lances through blades to chains.”

“That could be a problem.” someone at the back of the assembled squad murmured. The centurion kept silent, but was inclined to agree. “How long can you last in a engagement doing that?” He said, recalling a mention of only being able to execute similar feats for short periods of time. “How far can you go, and how accurately?”

“Most depends on skill really. Some of my marines can’t jump at all as they are oracles rather than psychokinetics. In general, we either have to have a Faira homing us in on the other end, or be able to sense in some way where we go - sight, echolocation, … But as it is a proprietary mindspace ability with no ammo feed, it relies on a gaseous atmosphere being present.” Virgo said as she got back. “Most marine-level psychokinetics will manage a knife-long spike at least though, enough to go through to vital organs.”

“Assuming you know where they are. If you wanted to kill me, for whatever reason one might wish remove such a blessing upon this universe, where would you strike?” the centurion inquired with a great deal of sarcasm i his voice.

“Sensory abilities and communication, so mostly your head, hypothetically. The engineers might target something important they can recognize on the suit instead. Mobility if I could not figure out anything else of the target - cut of all legs and it is a safe enough bet that it’s neutralized. Technically, you don’t need the enemy killed.” the master of arms answered, “You?”

“Joints and softer points, such as throat. With a firearm, whatever I can hit, so mostly your chest. If I was designating a target for a friendly or myself, assuming I had enough time to pick a target, I’d go for weak points in the suit - neck, joints, gaps in armor. But given what we’ve seen here, I might switch the underslung shotgun for a grenade launcher, and those things don’t care where you aim.”

“Oh, I meant with a blade or hand to hand.” Virgo said, “Guns, the largest target, so torso probably, as you said. I assume you can not produce plasma blades at will, do you have an alternative?”

“Several, but most are primarily tools.” he said, drawing his knife and handing it to Virgo. “Single-edged blade for cutting or hacking, saw on the other side. The small edge on the top side of the tip serves to cut wires. The tip is self-explanatory. There are larger variations for clearing away vegetation that can also be used to remove a limb or two. For less or non-lethal, blunt batons, be it rubber or metal. Those are very popular among civilians and civic guard, but still can break bones.”

“Not that useful here then, save for perhaps repairs to broken door panels.” Virgo said, flipping the knife in her hand a few times before launching it against the practice target. The knife passed through the shield, but bounced off of the plate. “Well that was interesting.”

“It seems like the suit’s sensors thought it too slow to be a projectile. We might want to adjust the software a little.” the engineer said.

“Oh well, now that we’re a bit familiarized with the tools, fancy seeing how our teams do against one another?”

“If you have a non-lethal way, sure. I am quite interested how that will turn out. Lindus, get the practice shells!“
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“Latanos, Curious. We’re lined up, our drives are hot. We’re ready to jump.” The frigate’s communications officer reported, seeing her jump-prep screen lit up comfortable red, with the two big icons of Master Engineer and Commanding officer approvals checked as well.

“So are we.” the Narix cruiser responded, lined up behind the Faira Frigate. Time to see what the drive would do. Likewise on board the Curious, the exchange Narix found something to hold onto before the jump, remembering the warnings. “How long do you expect the jump to take, Curious?” the communications officer relayed helm’s inquiry.

“We were not able to determine where it goes - anytime from minutes to several hours.” Eridae answered form her navigation console, reviewing the probe reports. “Be advised, the probes report an asteroid field on the exit of the node. Have your point defenses ready, and have your ships stay close to the Curious, Ingenuity or Adaptability in case it’s so dense we need to extend the shields over your ships.”

On the Latanos, Omicri emerged from it’s jump drive, a case with tuning equipment in hand and a few bitten-through wires hanging from her muth: “Drive synchronizer installed and tested, we’re as ready as we’ll get, Primarch.”

“Thank you, specialist. Gunnery control, ready swarmers and fragmentation twins. Focus on the discoveries.”

“PDCs ready.”

“Point defense standing by.”

With both frigates prepared, Ascari turned to the communications station and nodded. “Send us through, Curious.”

With Zana acting as the other shift’s CO, both Astra and Zana would be in the helm’s chairs on their shifts. Eridae fed her the necessary course telepathically and Astra reached out with her mind for the communications system and the jump drive. OVer the comms, her mind found the drive on the Latanos as well, and she gave the signal to jump.

Every ship filled with the low hum of their drives, and a bolt of a mindstorm reached form the Curious to the Narix Cruiser, the storm spreading from the Faira frigate and encompassing it. A large window torn open in front of the assembled ships and they were pulled in a second after. Astra was paying attention especially to the Narix ship, adjusting the parameters of their drive to make the ride the least bumpy for them as she could. Still, the Curious itself shook like a loose sheet of metal in the wind, meaning that the Narix were probably getting their feet knocked under form them. All ships made it into the corridor though. “Entry successful, all ships report.”
“Ingenuity, all celar.”
“Adaptability, drive is running slightly hot, but within safe parameters.
“Cruiser wing Aleph, flying smooth.”
“Cruiser wing Beth, all clear.”

Technician first class Ertanax suddenly found herself getting to know the engineering’s floor rather well. Once the shipquake died down, she jumped back to her feet, now understanding the Faira reaction when commander Astra first demonstrated the jump chime.

On the Latanos, chief engineer Adaris looked over the knocked over chairs and miscellaneous unsecured items strewn about his engineering section and his expression betrayed mixed feelings. “Right. Let’s take notes and improve before repeating that.” he murmured, righting his chair and sitting back down. “Everyone good?”

The same question was spoken several hundred meters towards the bow of the ship in the CIC. Making sure all was within safe parameters, they contacted the Curious. “All is well on our end. Are we correct in assuming exit is going to be much the same?”

“Smoother. I’m learning how your drive reacts as we go.” Astra reported back shortly, and Prefect Linsis would understand why. Astra was in the helm’s chair, reclined back, with each of her antennae hooked up to individual control port that acted as a nervous system going throughout the ship, making the Faira almost one with it.

“We’re lucky it’s the commander piloting on the jump.” Omicri grunted as she picked herself up form the corner of the room, “Lieutenant Zana is good, but she’s used to jumping just one ship.”

“You mean this is considered good? I’d hate to see your B-team.” Adaris groaned as he pulled up a view from one of the external cameras, showing the Curious amidst the swirling red and white tunnel walls. “Now that’s something new.” he noted the difference between the standard white and blue corridor.

“For a first time jumping a drive that wasn’t designed to be sync-jumped in the first place? I expected us to take flight, not be knocked off our feet. The Commander’s something else. But with a ship you know? You wouldn’t even notice the transition.” Omicri grinned. She remembered the first time she tried to jump a ship before she chose engineering as her path. The poor cruiser crew had to tighten bolts for a week.

“Well thank you for sharing that information. Next time, a few hour earlier.” Adaris said at the mention of ‘taking flight’ and switched the outer camera view to security footage from the galley, where the cooks were ankle deep in plates, bowls and other utensils. “Good thing they are made of metal.”

Four hours later, unknown system

The window deposited the ships into normal space, more smoothly as promised, this time the ship only vibrated like a subwoofer. Immediately the point defenses on the Faira ships started targeting the offending pieces of something surrounding the node. Something, however, wasn’t right. “All ships hold fire! Latanos, have your ships move closer to ours so we can protect you with the shield, do not fire on the objects!” Astra ordered, pulling up a visual.

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing? This is debris, not rocks.” she asked rhetorically, looking at the light blue shades with purple accents of bits of something that definitely didn’t grow in nature form the looks of it.

“Copy, hold fire, hold fire! Tighten formation.” the ships rearranged quickly, the science vessels cuddling up between the Curious’ engine pylons.

“Curious, Prospector. If we get some of that debris on board, we could use our refinery module to make a preliminary scan of it before the ship equipped with a tech lab arrives. If we transmit our deckplans, could one of your crew do that? Preferably a small piece if possible.”

Astra acknowledged: “Affirmative, standby to receive. Sector control, pick me a piece.” she ordered, and soon a set of coordinates was delivered. Within few seconds, the piece was safely on board the Prospector. “We need to secure the node for travel. I’m detaching all drones from our hull to tow the debris off to these coordinates for storage so we can look at it later. Can your fighters assist, Latanos? There is a lot of garbage out there to collect.”

“They’ll be in space in about two minutes, Pillagers are launching as we speak. Note we only carry 32 craft. Prospector, how long until you know more?”

“Give us a minute, sir. Though until the Archeologist arrives, all we’ll be able to tell is the age and composition.” a few seconds later, the Prospector sent a broadcast message containing several pictures of the debris.

“Commander, I recall a mention of debris discovered by your species centuries before we met. Could this and whatever you found belong to the same species?” Ascari wondered.

“No, no. This even looks completely different. If you date this further than eight thousand years though, it is possible it is form the same period though. If they used same mode of FTL travel that we do, this is relatively close in proximity, and something had to shoot down the debris we found. This could be them. I’ll have some of my drones scan for weapon signatures, perhaps it was our guys who did this.” Astra noted.

“Primarch. Commander.” Farsa said, her eyes almost looking like they were glowing, “There is something… Familiar in this system.” the Oracle notified.

“Fleet, Prospector here.” the Prospector’s CO’ excitement was flowing through the speakers, “We don’t have the specific makeup of the debris yet, but get this: Foreman just reported this debris is between eight and nine thousand years old! The Archaeologist will know more. How far behind is the rest of the fleet?”

“Trailblazer, anything on your passive sensors? Can you specify, lieutenant? A subspace signature? Pattern in EM radiation?” Ascari moved to the sensor station.

“The softer ships have jumped ten minutes delayed, enough for us to sweep the yard.” Astra commented, now searching for what Farsa reported herself. “I can feel it too. It’s like… a weak beacon of our FTL comm buoy. It is a mindspace signal or similar, not in normal space. Primarch, can you confirm with your subspace sensors? We’ll need to spread out to tetrahedralize it’s position. But there’s something else along with it, I’m not quite sure what, but I’ve seen records. It’s possible something similar to what was found on the homeworld is here as well.”

“You’re right, subspace scopes are a mess. Almost like a weak jammer of sorts.” Ascari relayed what the sensor officer reported. “Our frigates are ready to jump immediately, maybe spreading out will give us a better idea of what we’re dealing with and more importantly, whereabouts its source might be. Shall we send them out?”

“And if they aren’t all long dead, vector their jump and decide to go on a hunt?” Astra asked, “Our standard method is to clusted the smaller ships around the node until the system is considered safe and scout out using the larger ships that could hold their own. Primarch, both the people that left the debris on our home and these, if they are what brought them down, are technologically superior to both of us. I’d rather not have your frigates vaporized by a leftover automated defense system form a war long gone, even if they are dead. What’s your standard scouting method?”

“Determine whether there is something in the system, which we can be quite sure there isn’t, secure the node using larger ships, because the node is the lifeline back home, and use smaller ships, such as the Privateer, to explore. We are dealing with subspace interference, as far as we can see, the system is clear. And unless whatever threat there might be can cripple or destroy the ship in about four seconds, the Privateer can jump away. Seven times, if need be. Or we can sit here, not knowing what is what and wait for others.”

“I would not say we can be certain there is nothing here at all, just the existence of the signal suggests otherwise, but have it your way. Meanwhile I want the Oracles to keep searching.” Disentangling herself from the ship, Astra got up and walked to the central projector, marking the node on it as well as the star. “Planets?”

“Negative.” Lieutenant Cartis reported, “Not even asteroid belts. There is something wrong with the star though. The mindspace echo should be more or less a spherical ripple, but it’s very erratic. Worryingly, no sign of another jump node yet.”

When the report from Latanos’ sensor officers, confirmed by the Trailblazer indicated no planets, an annoyed growl escaped Ascari’s throat. He had intended to have the frigates use planets as sort of cover. If something threatened the frigate where it jumped, it could jump to the other side of the planet to seek cover. Without planets, jumping a ship anywhere would too dangerous, like running into the middle of a parking lot. “Engineering, cooperate with the sensors officer and see if you can do something to unfuck our subspace sensors. Oracle, let us know once something comes up.”

“No node, or is the signal interfering too much?” Astra asked, linking the conversation to Farsa on the Latanos as well - perhaps between the three of them they would be able to find something else. “Ingenuity, I want you to take on two wings of drones and jump close enough to the star to get a more detailed reading. Maybe the presence of nodes could be conditioned by a certain type or mass of a star. We know next to nothing on how they form and stabilize. Adaptability, have your oracle constantly monitor the node we came through, I do not want the door slamming shut on us.”

Signing their affirmatives, the Ingenuity prepared to jump. “Fifth fleet, do you want anyone coming with? We think the solar emissions will hide us well enough, but they will charge you to crisp without a shield, we would need to dock for the jump.”

“No need, we’ll keep working on the subspace interference on this end. We’ll also let you know if the Prospector finds something interesting about the debris.”

As the unknown debris around the jump node were cleared away, the small craft started bringing pieces of debris with them on board, dropping them in the hangars before heading out again. Deckhands with heavy exosuits then moved them to cargo lifts that brought them to storage.

“Have you picked up any indication of a jump node yet? We’re still mostly blind when it comes to subspace.”

The Ingenuity disappeared in a mindspace vortex, on its way to the center of the system. “None. Only discrepancies from the star. It could be very young, it could be dying, we’ll have to see when the Ingenuity reports back. No need to bother the Admiral yet though, there seems to be pathetic little of interest here but the signal.” Euris answered from the chair few meters away. “Waste of time being here.”

“What if its a dead end? We were not able to find any other route, excluding whatever lies in Narix space.” Farsa quipped next to the navigator.

“Then we’d have to invest in alternate means of FTL travel.” the Narix navigator replied, keeping silent about the fact that besides Naris itself, there was no Narix space, and even Naris only held one node they were aware of. Unless they could learn more about subspace from this system and perhaps discover nodes that were hidden to their detection methods at the moment. “But perhaps this system holds some interesting secrets. Look here, weird subspace interference and alien debris neither of our species have ever seen. Maybe connected, maybe not. If so, how? Maybe the aliens used some sort of subspace beacons instead of naturally occurring nodes and we happened to stumble upon one? Or there is no way out and we will all die horribly as resources wear thin and we turn on one another to get our hands on whatever is left. Don’t you love the thrill of unknown?”

“Heh. Artificial jump node. If that is true, we’ll never get the commander out of this system until it’s understood.” the XO snickered. “Well, there might be a way hidden in our home system. It is so unstable mindspace region that properly scouting it would take our entire military a hundred years or so with the density of sensors we’d have to field. So we didn’t bother too much yet and went the way we knew where something lies.”

Meanwhile on the Curious, Astra’s head snapped back. “Ah! It’s not in normal space at all, that’S why it’s so strong and yet we can’t find it. Somehow, whatever it is, is keeping itself within some sort of looped jump, or perhaps it just jumps back so quickly we can’t notice it dropping into normal space. I don’t know how it does it or why someone would build something like it, but that’s what it’s doing. Maybe it’s just that, a navigation beacon.”

“If so, it’s not compatible. Shame. Some time ago, some of our scientists proposed a concept of an interdictor ship. A vessel that could interrupt the formation of a stable jump point within a certain area, but it never got past a theoretical concept due to insufficient power generation and lack of understanding of subspace at the time. Has something like that been tried by the Faira?” Linsis inquired.

“We have not investigated the possibility of neutralizing a jump window completely, but altering it? That happens all the time. If a wake jump desynchronizes, the ships are going to emerge from individual windows easily 50 kilometers apart from each other due to the motivators interfering with each other. I suppose the effect could be utilized on purpose.” Eridae offered the thought, “It would certainly be a pain in the antennae if instead of facing the target, you would emerge behind it with your back towards it.”

“If we learn something about the unknown’s jump drives operation from the debris, could this, assuming the debris and the signal belong to the same species and assuming the commander’s looped jump hypothesis is correct, be used to disrupt said jump loop?”

“I can’t tell, too many ifs. This is a question for the inventors, Faira with special talent for understanding the workings rather than usage of mindspace. Them or the Commander.” the Faira shrugged the thought off.

“Curious, Ingenuity. We have a visual on the star, it seems to explain everything. See for yourself.” came from the comms, distorted by a lot of static. Alongside came the image of the star.


Astra looked at the star in bewilderment. “It’s hideous, what is this? A star embryo?” she frowned her face. Inputting some simulations into the ship computer, she had accelerated time scale and watched the development of the system into the future. “It is! No wonder there are no planets, they haven’t formed yet form the two ‘tails’ of the star.”

That wasn’t something one would see every day. Still, it got them nowhere. “Great. Better a star that’s yet to be useful than a star that’s soon to obliterate its system, but that still doesn’t solve our problems.” The thought of being stuck in a useless system was far from what Carthus had envisioned. As if on cue, engineering reported over the intercom.

“Command deck, engineering here. We’ve cleared the scopes a bit, but are unlikely to get any better results. There’s simply too much garbage coming in. If we try to filter out more of it, we might just as well shut the sensors off and not bother at all.”

There was a very strange reaction to what Carthus said form his Faira crewmembers. Notably, the sudden halt of any motion or work being done. Aurigae was the first one to shake off the anger, dread and angst. “Everyone, if you need a moment, dismissed.” Euris managed to stay in her chair, but Farsa bolted out of the deck. Aurigae shot Carthus the most killing look she could, coupled with a slight shake of the head. Don’t ever say that again.

There was something that would have to be discussed later, namely the executive officer dismissing specific crew members without a given reason. Noting the glare, Carthus went over his last few statements, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

“The fuck…?” Farsa’s Narix co-worker looked around himself with a bewildered expression, eyes scanning the deck for answers.

Aurigae tapped into secure line to Astra. “Commander? The Primarch had on a fluke referenced a supernova, some of the crew couldn’t quite contain it. I’m afraid the Homeworld is out.”

“Copy.” was all Astra said before she materialized on the Lanatos’ bridge. “Primarch, a word, please.” At the same time, Virgo would have been receiving a signal to be ready for deployment on moment’s notice, if things got ugly.

Turning to ask Aurigae just what was she doing, Carthus found himself staring at the commander. “Did you have to? I mean, at least a heads-up?” he shook his head. “Follow me out.” he gestured to Astra. “Captain, you have the deck. Try not to send half the crew on a vacation, we’re still in unknown territory.”

Leading Astra out of the CIC onto an empty hallway, he leaned against the wall. “Well, what is it?”

“You seriously haven’t figured it out yet?” Astra sneered, “Well, that’s good for now, but I can’t guarantee no one would make that link. Think, Primarch, what is the one thing that you were told that could send our people into a melancholy attack?”

“Melancholy attack? Nothing. Rear admiral Libra merely requested your homeworld not be brought up, not supernovae. And I did just that - not once was your homeworld mentioned. I don’t blame you for not telling us the whole story, if I understand it correctly, I merely think flying off the handle at the mention of something maybe three people have figured out is related and then looking like it was our fault is a little odd.”

“No, no I don’t blame you for it, although it creates a bit of a problem nonetheless. And you are correct, mentioning the homeworld would probably cause a melancholy attack, it’s just that accidentally nailing exactly how it happened probably has poor Farsa now reeling in mental agony, because she is very much remembering every single one of her family that burned on the homeworld when our star went nova.” Astra explained to the slightly thick skulled Primarch. She was only handling it this well because she didn’t really remember the homeworld herself.

”She likely has it worse now than they ever did.” He thought, but even someone like Carthus would never say that out loud. “It is as you said - accidentally nailing it down. Eight minutes ago, the person closest to figuring this out was ambassador Taranis, and even she was ligh- leagues away from the truth.” He stopped himself short of using a space-related analogy. “I can keep this a secret if that is your wish, but incidents like this come a Numisma per pack. If that is all, I believe we both have ships and crews to attend to.”

“While I appreciate the promise, I don’t think it can be contained, not with your command staff present for it. It was just a very unlikely coincidence. I’ll have to pass this up to see what plans for disclosure they might have had. I’ll take Farsa off your hands if you’d like. She won’t be of much use today I’m afraid. She’s lost two daughters and a son there.” she excused the Oracle.

“While I’m here though, there seems to be nothing of interest than the anomaly itself for the next several millions of years. I suggest we get a move on with finding it and go home figure out where to go next. I have the Ingenuity at the star, the node is on an ecliptical orbit, I can take the Curious to a polar orbit and we can determine the position.”

“Until we get back, it can be contained within the Fifth fleet to give you time. All outgoing messages are monitored. Don’t worry about the oracle, give her time to recover and then let her decide whether she stays of not.”

“Very well. The Trailblazer is at your disposal, it’s equipped with extensive both active and passive sensor suites, more eyes see more things. Meanwhile, we’ll continue collecting the debris for the boffins to pour over back at Opportunity. We’ll be ready to jump should our presence be necessary.” turning to get back to the CIC, he paused mid-step. “Should I relieve some of my Faira crew to check on the lieutenant, or is it best to leave her alone? I’m at a loss dealing with my ow people, let alone another kind.”

“Focus your efforts on the debris. I’d be interested if you could try to reconstruct how they all fit together, it might give us a better idea on what we’re dealing with.” Astra sighed, “It’s better to leave her, she’s having a very private moment and none of us know her well enough to provide any release, unfortunately. I’d appreciate if you could limit the information as much as you can, I’ll give you a call as soon as I know what more does the admiralty want.”

Later at the anomaly site

“What happened here?!” Astra said, barely audibly. There was what she could only identify as remnant of a ship, but a remnant of the most strange shape - almost as if someone took a destroyer sized ship and cut it in half, with the other half nowhere to be seen. Furthermore, there was no sight of anything that could have caused the damage to the ship in question.

The construction of the ship seemed consistent with the debris they found at the node, providing some answers to that mystery at least. “Latanos, Curious. Can you make anything of this? I can confirm the interference is in fact not coming form the remnant of the ship.” Astra hailed over.

“Wild guess would be a jump drive malfunction. Simulations suggest this could happen if a ship was halfway in or out a subspace window upon its collapse, but we never put that theory into practice for obvious reasons.” communications relayed the jump engineers message.

“Can you detect anything worth sending an away team for? Or do we wait for a larger science detachment to thoroughly examine the derelict?”

“Ship sheared in half?” A shiver ran through Astra’s back, “That’s a terrifying prospect. Half of the crew exposed of vacuum and without power, half had god knows what happen to it when a corridor collapses on you. Wild guess, their atoms were turned into energy and blasted back into normal space. It could account for the scattered mindspace field around here. With only a relatively light infant star stabilizing it, it’s a wonder the node we came through is stable enough for travel.”

Looking at a magnified image of the open section of the ship, Astra snickered: “Other than the massive want to see it for myself? No, not really, but I don’t see anything more useful to do for an exploration fleet that has nowhere to go to do. Unless you can point us in a right direction…” she trailed off, understanding that if there was a way and it lead through the Narix home systems, they would not really want a warfleet passing through. “If nothing else, finding and analyzing it’s sensor logs would be interesting, assuming we can understand a thing.”

“I reckon we’ll have about as much luck understanding anything as when we first met.” Carthus snickered. “But it’s worth taking a look for the technology alone, even if it’s vastly different. The rest of the fleet should be here momentarily, we’ll direct the Archeologist to you as soon as their jump drive cools down. If you need someone to go first and direct you to mindjump there safely, centurion Ursitis’ squad can spacewalk over, just point them to an airlock.”

“There is plenty of visible area where we can jump to, no need to do that, but I think it would do the Marines good to go in together.” Astra noted, passing the orders to Virgo. “I think we have located an airlock, we’ll see if Virgo’s squad can get to it and open it, it would be the safest part for the science ships to dock.”

Curious’ cargo bay

“Pack up people, we are going out to the wreck! I want squads with engineers to get ready to go over, everyone else on standby!” Virgo hollered over the training ground, and the Faira complement started filing off into the armory to re-equip.

“You heard.” the centurion shouted at his squad. “Lindus, Arruna, grab your tools. Someone get my air pack.” he continued handing weapons to the passing Narix. Although the ships electronics would be completely different from theirs, the engineers opted to bring their electronics kits with them, among other tools of their trade.

“Plan of attack, sir?” the centurion asked virgo, attaching the extended air supply pack to his suit.

“I am expecting automated defenses of unknown strength. Heavy Faira on point, engineers behind, rest trailing and securing cleared areas?” She suggested, wanting the Centurion’s opinion. “I suggest we insert here,” she displayed a section of the ship where a corridor opened up to space.

“Open corridor is sound, one less obstacle to cut or melt through. Have those above us bothered to share the ships temperature? Is it cold, or could it still have power?”

“It’s dead, probably no atmosphere either, not unless they have internal airlocks. That we can open and cycle through.” Virgo frowned, putting on her helmet. “If their materials and architecture is too tough for us to get through, we’ll have to go over the outside hull to the docking port we need to secure and open, so somebody should bring a pack of cards.”

“So if it’s dead in space, there’s chance automated defenses are dead as well. No problem with atmosphere until someone’s torso or helmet gets damaged. Going over the hull isn’t a problem, just a mild inconvenience if the surface has no magnetic surfaces on it. I’m worried about opening the airlock since the ship has no power. I’d rather avoid the use of demo charges.”

“I was thinking lasering through. We’ll see, maybe a crowbar will be all that is needed. Sign off on air seals! We need the rear airlock open to see out!” she called over the comm system to all squads.

The centurion checked the seals and switched to closed-circuit breathing. “Worst comes to worst, the Curious could make us a new door. But let’s try the exposed corridor first. Are you jumping us over, or do we go the commoner’s way in?”

“If you’re comfortable jumping, we’ll pack you with, otherwise, we’ll wait and have a snack until you get to us.” Virgo grinned. Green flash then lit up the cargo bay, signalling everyone to either leave or put on a helmet. In thirty seconds, it started to blink, and after that it stayed on again and the airlock opened out, the atmosphere being sucked out through the vents before. Virgo walked over with two of the squad leaders, pointing out the landing points to them with a laser target. “We’re ready.”

Looking over his squad once more, the centurion raised his thumb. “Ready. Let’s see what the old tenants left behind.” The squad stood in a diamond, each soldier bolt upright, excited at the idea of being teleported to a derelict alien ship to see what it had to offer.

“CO, we are ready.”

“Red out, Red out.”

Nodding to the two squad leaders, they raised their arms to jump their squads, while Virgo would be jumping the Narix herself. Half a second later and a flash of white and red, they would all find themselves brushing lightly against the floor of the derelict. Tapping her heels together, Virgo tried the magnets in her boots and was displeased when it did nothing whatsoever. “Grab a hold of something, this thing is made out of some kind of crystal that doesn’t react to magnets.”

“This system does not seem to take kindly to us.” one of the engineers grunted. Grabbing a hold of some exposed tubing and pulling himself towards the wall, he tried some of the looser tubes until one finally gave in, stuffing the tube into a pouch.

“It’s a corridor, means one way forward. Lead on, sir.”

“Jumpers, how are you?” Virgo asked, getting back that exfiltration will be possible in fifteen minutes. “You heard the ladies. Aleph and Beth points, go forth. Engineers in the middle, rest take up the back. Zarya, Sorya, guard the entry point.” Virgo ordered, taking the last place.

The two Faira on point had shields raised, that looked more like heavy riot gear, only forming a slab in front of them than a full bubble. The shield sent orange light forward, reflecting on the crystalline wall ahead. Other than the dancing lights, there was no sign of motion. “Door, looks heavy.”

“On it. Arruna, cutter.” the two engineers set up their equipment and soon, the hallway was filled with rapidly cooling splinters as the grinder bit into the door. Progress was slow, but visible, and in about 50 seconds, the door gave way, pushed inward by two soldiers before their hasty retreat behind the heavy Faira.

“At this rate, it’ll take a long time to get to that airlock, not to mention the grinding disc is only good for one more door before it goes, and we only brought four in total.” The engineer regretted leaving plasma cutters on the Curious, but who knew if this material was even conductive.

The group advanced further, engaging their helmet lights as light from the outside started to vanish. Virgo tracked their progress throughout the ship, wondering if they entered the express lane from the rear of the ship to the front. “No side rooms, nothing?”

“No, ma’am. If so, we can’t feel any. The whole thing is dead and lightly irradiated. Those walls are also hard to feel through.” a Faira engineer reported.

One of the Narix medics paused mid-step. “Wait, what? Did some dimwit seriously forgot to install radiation monitors as part of the suits?”

“I said slightly. As in mild levels of alpha radiation.” the engineer rolled her eyes, “Besides your side made the equipment on your suit, we did just the motion assistance and armor… for what good our armor will do, apparently.”

“That’s the most infuriating part, that it somehow slipped their minds.”

“Are we sure this is even a crew corridor? No side rooms, no intersections, no apparent lighting or ventilation… What gives?” someone else wondered out loud. “Closest analogy I can think of is some sort of hyperloop or similar form of transportation. Rectangular, for some reason.”

“What kind of transport system would leave itself irradiated after eight thousand years since it’s last use?” Virgo asked, having one of her engineers pose a theory: “Weapons system?”

“A chunk of the ship is unaccounted for, and this wreck has been exposed to space in the vicinity of a forming star for who knows how long? Closest estimate we have is 8000 years, and that’s by a refinery crew. Or do you think we’re walking down a barrel?” the marine continued, suddenly feeling a little uneasy.

“Did you see the size of that bulkhead? Unless there’s an opening elsewhere, I don’t see how any radiation could bleed through.” The engineer said. Virgo shook her head: “If this is a barrel, then one, the source of whatever it was firing is gone with the rear of the ship, seeing as this is going along the spine. Two, there needs to be a maintenance access at some point.”

They reached another door, this time Virgo’s engineers burned the slabs off of the mechanism and forced it open. “Woah… is that a fighter?!”

“Looks too small. Maybe a missile?” Virgo suggested, “Stay clear of it until we know it’s not armed, whatever it is.”

“It’s ugly, that’s what it is. Maybe a torpedo, or a drone?” the centurion offered. “Think we can get it outside somehow?” looking back at the door and the corridor, comparing the door and the object. “With care, maybe...”

“I don't think it’s supposed to be here!” One of the heavies called from the front, shining a light into a gaping hole that opened into a hangar bay filled with more of the objects above.

“Mystery solved.” Virgo said, floating herself up to the hangar, “And I found what looks like the airlock. We’re too deep in, though it might lead up to the one we have seen on the surface. Care to see if you can bring it to life?”

“Great, more of these. Packed up, ripe for the taking. It’s like finding the teacher’s sacred texts in elementary school.” one Narix marine chuckled as the engineers floated towards the airlock. Discovering something resembling a service panel and getting it open with some difficulty, he shone his headlamps at what lay inside, uttering a curse the translators didn’t recognize. “Not good. Whatever happened here probably caused a fire even before they lost atmosphere. It’s all charred, and there’s melted… something on the bottom of this.” he scraped a bit of the hard, brittle substance off with his knife, stowing it away. “Do we try forcing it open, or go straight to burning through?”

“The science ships won’t be here for hours, let’s try finding the motors or whatever makes this door tick and set up our own control interface, however rudimentary.” the Faira engineer replied, pulling out an ultrasound probe from her suit and touching the paneling around the door. “There’s a large hole here. They just build their damn access panels so seamless I can’t see it when I am staring right at it.” the Faira complained, giving it a good whack with a crowbar, finally snapping whatever was holding it up, the panel floating off. “Ah, look! Good old timing belt and some sort of power operation. We’re getting somewhere.”

“Funny, I always thought of your kind as methodical brainiacs.” the engineer noted as he watched the Faira swinging a crowbar around. “There goes that illusion.” Floating over to the hole, he redirected the panel into a corner noone was at. “Knowing our luck in this system, there’s a catch somewhere. Usually, these things are built in pairs if one breaks down. Lindus, check the opposite side.” He tried the belt with his hand, bits of its surface peeling off as he touched it. “We might have to improvise some replacement parts too.”

“As with most things, it varies from one to the other. And hey, I could sit here all day analyzing how this stuff works so I can repair it, or I can just weld a crank onto a pulley and be done with it and move on. You don’t necessarily need ‘perfect’, you just need ‘working’.” The engineer grinned, “What did you say your name was?”

“Technician second class Cornyx Arruna, whatever you need that for now.” he swallowed a remark about the rank, name and other information written on his chest plate, helmet and shoulders. “So about welding the metaphorical crank: door’s quite big and the belt has seen better days.” On the other side of the door, Petrus indicated that he failed to find any trace of a similar access panel. “Aaaand it looks like not everyone builds stuff in pairs. What did I say about our luck? But aside from the belt, this looks to be in decent condition, at least on the outside. Can you see anything holding it together so we can take a peek inside?”

Private channel. the Bitching Betty in Arruna’s suit would announce. “Specialist Gofree. Sorry, I’m not in the habit of learning new names that have a prospect of just coming and going. Anyway, there might be a second mechanism accessible form the other side. I think I can just about reach for where the belt went, it looks like a gearbox. I might be able to-” Gofree said as she reached into the mechanism, turning the gear and watching the door open ever so slightly. A few more twists and a crevice big enough to see through opened. “Well, we can operate it manually, but if you can snap a few photos of the belt and give them a length, the engineers on the Curious can fabricate a spare in just a few seconds.”

Pulling the tattered belt out, Cornyx ran it in front of his helmet camera before measuring its length. “Curious, away team. We’re making decent progress with what could be a way inside, but this place has seen better days. We could use a replacement belt for a mechanism to open the gate, 170 centimeters long, triangular notches on the inner side. Sending visual now, away team out.” Wrapping the belt into a neat bundle, he turned back to Gofree. “Is there someone here who could send this belt back to the Curious?” he inquired through the private channel. “Having a video of it is nice, but having the original is even better.”

Peering through the partly-opened door, Lindus let out a low growl. “Wanna hear something funny? Another door, same as this one. If you can open it by, I don’t know, forty more centimeters, I could squeeze through and start on the other side.”

“Just don’t start a fire in there.” Gofree said as she kept twisting on the gear, while one of the Faira left to guard the landing zone came and gave them the manufactured belt, suggesting it was made in a couple of seconds. When it was mounted, the engineer went over to what seemed to be the motor, looking at anything wire or tube like that would connect to it. “Looks like they were using some gel filled tube as power conduits. I don’t know if it was supposed to phase shift to conduct electricity or if it’s hydraulic. Should I just pour some amperes into it and see what it does?”

“No fires, my word, but someone make sure you have a chisel, just in case.” Lindus shot back, worming his way to the other side of the door.

“Just don’t start a fire.” Arruna grinned at the mention of ‘just pouring some amperes in’. “Start low, from what I’ve heard, the commander would not appreciate you burning out a working alien motor.” If that didn’t work, it might as well come to a literal crank.

Nodding, Gofree linked up two electrodes to her suit’s power outlet, turning the virtual knob way down before sticking the business ends into the strange conductors. Nothing happened at first, but then as she increased the voltage, the gel inside the tubes started to liquefy, and something akin to lightning was starting to slowly rage inside. Forced to keep the open tubing upright so the conductive now-liquid didn’t drip out, she noted nothing was happening still. “Well, I think it’s safe to say this is what supplies power, but probably not the control impulse.” Gofree noted, “Is there any change to the control interface? Also, this stuff seems to work like a battery or capacitor rather than a wire. Genius when you think about it. If your power source fails, there is enough energy left in the sheer volume of conductors to run critical systems for some time. Bitch of a warm-up though.”

“We’re learning something new. Great, that means this field trip is already paying off. Genius indeed, but unfit for use where size is a concern.” Arruna thought out loud. “It came to life, that’s a step forward, but nothing else. Also, take some of that mystery goo with us. Since we’re already robbing their graves, it’d be a shame to come out with empty pockets.”

Then an epiphany struck him “Desloas, a minute?” he called team three’s pointman. “Give me your snake cam.”

The pointman threw the inquired object - a 60 cm plyable tube with a camera on one end and a small screen on the other - to the two engineers. Bending the camera end 90 degrees and activating a pair of light emitting diodes, he stuck the bent end behind the motor. “Aha! Look here.” he pointed a the screen, indicating two outlets similar to the one they’ve just tested, but smaller. “Maybe one of those two?”

“These guys didn’t really design for maintenance, that or they were rather small and nimble.” Gofree frowned as she tried to fiddle with the other two tubes and electrodes. “Huh, wire. Copper I think. You might be right.” she said, giving it a small jolt. The motor twisted for a little while and then stopped. “Well, we have a dead man switch.” She said as she put on the new belt, fastening the electrodes to the control wires and leading the electrodes up to hand level, taping them to the wall and marking the current directions for open and close. “Technician, any luck finding access on the other side?”

“Nothing good. Same setup as on your end, but something’s leaking out of the motor. At least the conduits seem intact. The control ones, that is, can’t see the power cable from here. Going to need that snake camera. At least you two have figured out how to make it move.” disappearing up to his shoulder in the machine, he found the gearbox and tried turning it. The gate moved smoothly. Making her way through the first gate, team two’s leader shone a light through the gate. “Looks like another section of the hangar.” sweeping the light to the right, she added: “Half of it, anyway.” She found herself staring at a roughly circular hole at least ten meters in diameter. “That could be used as an entrance.”

“We’re looking for something undamaged enough to hold a docking ring.” Gofree said as she peeked through at the massive crater.

Virgo made her way through now that the door was open, shining some light onto the other side of the hangar section. “Centurion, would those fit the description of the ‘bombers’ your pilots on the Explorer mentioned?” she pointed at a large craft with massive tubes in two side pods. “Also, we have another door. Technicians, if you would please tend to it. Specialist, I want you to scan the residues on that hole and get it’s layout. I want to know if that was caused by enemy weapons fire or internal explosion.”

“It’s definitely from the outside by the geometry of it. I’ll have a looksee if I can get a weapon signature.”

Virgo floated herself over to a specimen of the strikecraft that seemed undamaged, feeling around the cockpit for any sort of release. “We should ferry some to the Latanos for examination.”

“At least we don’t have to go all the way back to where we came from if we want in or out. If we seal the hole that connects the first hangar with the barrel, that could still hold atmosphere.” the centurion noted before floating over to one of the undamaged craft. “Yes, those could be that. Don’t look like they’re intended for atmosphere either. Getting them out might be a bit problematic, unless you can jump them away.” He made his way around the back. “And judging by the massive engines on this thing, either it’s very heavy, or was built to be nimble.”

“Looks like the previous door was busted by whatever made that hole, this one is almost in pristine condition.” Arruna hollered from the gate. A few seconds later, the door opened, exposing the hangar to open space through originally intended means and opening a clear view of the distant star to the away team. “That will do. Should we start setting up a bridgehead here, or do we explore further?”

“I want Specialist Gofree’s team to stay here and work on analyzing the puncture and reinforcing the docking port, rest form up, we’ll see what else can find. Already this is a motherload, now I am thinking let’s see some weapon systems and command and control.” Virgo said, pointing her arm in the way she intended to continue, “Also, look out for corpses.”

As the door Virgo indicated was on the opposite side from where the hole was, it opened with little help, revealing another door. Powering the first door brought the whole chamber to life, but the other door refused to move. Only after closing the first door did air rush into the chamber. “An airlock! Splendid.” The soldier checked the atmospheric readout of her suit. “ It’s freezing here, big surprise, but the next section might be warmer if it’s pressurised too. 17 percent oxygen, mostly nitrogen, higher amounts of methane, but still within limits.” When the air pressure stabilised, the second door opened, revealing a pressurized room with several rows of what looked like terminals all facing the same side where an elevated platform was. “A briefing room for the pilots?” the pointman guessed after scanning their immediate surroundings.

“Briefing room with an airlock to the hangar? Is that something you’d do? Seems to me like an overkill, but then again, we wouldn’t know. Methane you said? Well I’m keeping my helmet on.” Virgo snorted, not wanting to deal with the smell. “I can’t feel any reception point for telepathic control, then again, maybe if we had an Inventor along they could do better job. Door opposite, let’s move along. Keep us apprised if you find something that looks like a control console.”

“It would make some sense. Tell the pilots what’s expected of them here and then straight to their craft. Alternatively, it could be an air traffic control center or a place where deckhands filed their paperwork.” the pointman guessed, pushing some random buttons on some of the terminals, getting a mild shock from one of them.

Getting accustomed to the way the alien doors worked, the pointman opened the door and gazed into a pitch-black corridor. “Oh, I’m not going, it’s dark and scary.” she chuckled.

“I wish you’d lose the bad jokes, Agritis.” the centurion pushed his way past her, the darkness completely overtaking his helmet lamps after a few dozen meters. “It’s a sad day when even Starlight Unlimited products fail you.” he fished out a red chemlight from his vest and taped it ot the door. “Exit’s marked. Pick a direction, sir.”

Virgo, however, stood still save for her eyes darting forward. “Tell me you heard that.” She asked in a hushed tone, fingers flying over her suit’s controls as she deployed ehr heavy shield and walked to front. “It sounded like… something between a scream and an air vent.”

“Maybe the hull creaking?” pointman Agritis whispered a guess. A guess, or a wish? “Who knows what being cut in half does to a ship?”

“Whereabouts did it come from?” the centurion asked. “Can you point out a direction?”

“Dead ahead.” The whooshing and thumps were now audible even for the Narix hearing to pick up. “I don’t think we’re alone here. Automated defenses perhaps?” Virgo said, raising her shield in front of the company, her weapons tracking but yet cold. Then it hit her antennae. “I can feel some strange quantum pulses coming from there.”

*screaaaaaaaaaach*

“Squad, motion trackers!”

“Motion, eighty meters ahead and closing.” the HUD readouts showed six dots zig-zagging towards the group.

“Team four, rear guard.” Ursitis’ team hugged the right wall, lord-legionnaire Edora’s team two took right. Lord-legionnaire Tarvis’ team remained in the middle of the hall while lord-legionnaire Vanir’s team turned 180 degrees, eyes glued to their HUDs. The thumping and screeching grew louder.

“Specialist Gofree, heads up, we have six unknowns on the ship.”

The centurion loaded a starshell into his underslung shotgun and fired it into the dark hall. The round ignited some four meters from them and illuminated the hall along its flight path with orange light until it hit a wall and came to rest nest to it.

“Fifty meters.”

Virgo was frozen to the spot, her shield raised, eyes gazing at the glowing red points of what she was only assuming to be eyes on the disgusting, unshapely creatures that closed in on them. Who were they? Was this their ship? Were they the ones who killed it? Were there more? And those nightmarish, hissy screams they made. If there was a manifestation of dread in physical form, the Master of arms was sure they were it.

All the questions came to a halt with the thirty meters warning and a pair of white claws deploying around the appendages of the uglies. “Unload on ‘em!” Virgo shouted as her shoulder-mounted cannons switched to pulse mode and spat blobs of plasma onto the incoming enemy.

The muzzle flashes of Narix weapons filled the corridor with light. Few would complain about noise and stench now. Yet in spite of the sheer volume of fire the combined boarding party put out, the nightmarish abominations that seemed to have crawled out of the deepest abyss of one’s fears advanced seemingly unhindered. All but one of team four abandoned their rear guard post to face the imminent threat.

“Bury them!” the centurion called. The marines responded with a volley of impact grenades, scoring several direct hits due to the lack of gravity.

“Snare! Vanguard upfront!” Virgo called and the two heavy Faira rushed past her, throwing cylinders that were reminiscent of the Narix grenades, only upon contact they coated the abominations with the hardening foam technician Lindus was so fond of. The heavies then raised their arms palm forward, raising a shield wall, the storm surrounding it revealing they were further enforcing it with their psychokinetic abilities.

Dropping her heavy shield and replacing it with the personal one, Virgo called up her tactical HUD and retracted the cannons back into the suit. The nightmares paid almost no attention to the foam, what must have been brutal strength forcing right through it. “Commander! We woke something up!” she hollered over to the comm suite.

“We know! Get your people out of there, now Virgo!” was all the commander responded before the line cut off.

“Fall back to the engineers! LZ team, meet us there!” Virgo hollered, ready to jump and mindspike an ugly insect if they got too close.

“Two, four, fall back to the door.”

“Two, bounding!

“Four, bounding!”

Eight narix marines turned and made for the door marked by the red chemlight before firing again.

“Set, go!”

Turning to Virgo, the centurion pointed at the door: “Today?!”

“Vanguard, fall back!” Virgo shouted at the two heavies still holding the shield up as the creatures were now crashing into it with mighty thuds. For what it was worth, the heavies held for the first two before choosing to activate their RCS packs and zoom past Virgo into safety. Deploying her mindspike, Virgo managed to skewer one of the monsters from head to the hind leg, but the suit’s sensors then blared a thermal warning. Looking up, she saw two of the creatures charging something white and very, very hot. Opting not to find out what it was, Virgo also rocketed back.

“Make a hole!” Gofree’s voice shouted over the intercoms as the engineer and one of the LZ guards passed through and tossed something into the hallway, slamming the door behind it and ordering the Vanguard to raise the shield again, which they promptly did. A thunderous boom then shook the shipwreck and bent the door in it’s frame, though the shield held it up. “Ordnance form one of the bombers. We need to go! The Curious is engaging unknown ships!” The engineer noted, and the group got hasty assembling themselves into a tightly packed formation for the jump back to the mothership.

Throwing any semblance of safety regulations out of the window, the eight remaining Narix followed the Faira example and made their retreat via EVA packs. Regaining their composure, they barely noticed two additional Faira before the door threatened to enter the room.

Quickly counting heads, the centurion confirmed the presence of all his brethren. “We’re set, waiting on you.”

The three Faira had to work in conjunction to jump the group that soon, but with a helping mindspace tether form one of the transport specialists on the frigate, they eventually managed. They would soon find out though that they weren’t as safe as they thought.
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EFG Curious, command deck, after the Marines left

“Thoughts, XO?” Astra asked, slowly twisting the scan of the wreck in front of them, scrutinizing the details. It looked familiar, and yet so dissimilar with her own ship, it’s armor crystalline, but a mineral rather than metal. What looked to be a strike craft bay and a massive weapon emerged from the front of it, same as a P-15 cannon in caliber, but if it ran along the spine, woe was anything it locked onto.

“Can’t imagine aiming the spinal armament. Unless you want to kill something on a different orbit. How much do you think is missing? Half? Two thirds?” Linsis wondered in return, examining the aesthetically displeasing wreckage. “And perhaps more importantly, where is the rest? Think the debris field we ran into was the rest of the ship?”

“IF it is a laser, or high speed plasma cannon? Easy to aim, nothing like your guns.” Astra noted, “If it was on the attack, it would tear through a small fleet alone. On defense though, it’s limited to the agility of the ship, which I can’t imagine being too good.” the commander theorized. “I don’t think that debris was the rest. And there is still the mindspace disturbance. It feels like… a node, but there’s none there… I’m going to look into it, you have the ship.” Astra said, leaning back in her chair, her mind worming its way into the mindspace around, hungering to figure out the mystery.

The maneuverability was exactly what Linsis had in mind when noting the aiming difficulty. He didn’t even want to think about what that gun could do to a city, or perhaps half a continent.

There was something odd about the commander’s working position, as if she was taking a nap. Who knew, perhaps she was? Stranger still was the program itself, exchanging officers mere weeks after first contact. How was it that relations with an entire different species were going smoother and moving along quicker than relations between some pre-unification nations?

Suddenly, the Oracle gasped and straightened up in her chair. “Echo, none like what I ever felt before. Two ships cruiser sized, one corvette sized.” Cartis announced, rubbing her head. “Headed here, but where did they come from? The only way in here is through our systems and we would have known if they passed through there in the last hundred years…”

“Notify the rest of the expedition force and the away team. How long ‘til contact?” This couldn’t be. There was no way they could encounter two species in the first two weeks of their exploration effort. Could it be the original owners coming back to recover their stuff? If so, the boarding party could be an issue. “Is it in any way similar to what we’ve found here?”

“I do not know, I have not felt this thing jump before either.” The oracle responded, “But I can toss their jump point off course. In a random direction, mind you. I think that right now, they will emerge around here. The oracle on the Latanos confirms. Orders?” One look at Astra was enough to see that she would not be giving one, more than likely wanting to see how the XO would act.

Defense. He was aware that was not his forte. Combined with a ship and crew he knew little about, this situation was a recipe for a disaster. He had to trust someone would let him know if he wanted them to do something the ship couldn’t do. As he understood, power generation was an afterthought when this ship was designed and fully powering engines, weapons and shields at the same time was for all intents and purposes impossible. He had also been warned about the somewhat flimsy nature of its hull.

“Adjust shield to max. Oracle, can you tell how much time we have left before they arrive?”

“Shields aye.” Astra said from the helm’s chair, her tone of voice strange, like she was not really sparing any more attention on the command and control than was necessary.

“Less than a minute. Lieutenant Farsa sent an exact point of emergence, marking it on TacMap.” the oracle noted.

“If they emerge there, we’ll be at their mercy. Helm, can you get us to the other side of the derelict in time? Power down weapons if necessary.”

“Optimal range: Two kilometers. Optimal facing: Head on. Sublight maneuver impossible in given time frame. Brace for a nanojump.” Astra arrived at the logical conclusion, and the all too familiar chime echoed through the ship. In ten seconds, the Curious was enveloped in a mindstorm as it was forcibly repositioned. Given the disturbed nature of the Mindspace in the area, everyone was tossed a meter into the air save for Astra who was strapped down to the helm’s chair. “In position.”

Two kilometers? That was it? He didn’t have time to complain as he was launched toward the ceiling. He never wanted to be a pilot. Rolling back to his feet with the grace of a cat, he turned to the projector, expecting the unknown’s arrival. “Increase weapons power. Gunnery control, standby.” Red icons popped up on his HUD as all stations reported combat ready.

“Anything new from the away team?”

“Shipboard fight with something ugly, literally. It might have been them that woke them up.” the comms specialist noted.

“Ten seconds!” the oracle suddenly announced.

“Advising powering down rear shield quadrant to supplement weapons power. Do we go test their mettle slowly, or do we want a quick kill?” The Master gunner asked.

“Check on the shield, is the away team back on board?” If they had to run, he wouldn’t want to leave anyone behind. “Turn them to dust, no playing around. I’d hoped to avoid fighting, but it looks like that ship has sailed. All hands brace, DC crews standby. Gunnery control, fire at your discretion.” He left the gunners free hands to squeeze out all they could out of the guns.

“Latanos reports all civilian ships have jumped towards the node.” Niziz reported.


Right after, three subspace windows of the same type as the Narix used popped up only five hundred meters from the predicted point, and Astra was already adjusting their facing to meet the threat head-on, where the Comet class could bring all of it’s firepower to bear. Lieutenant Pegsei was chaingun-speaking to the turret controllers on a separate channel: “P-5s target the dark cruiser sized vessel. P-15s, the lighter one, both firing points. Torpedoes, stand by.”

“Corvette sized vessel launching strikecraft!” Niziz announced, eight dots popping up on the TacMap along with visualizations of the craft, four of each class.


No way these were the same species as the wreck. Based on the colors alone, they were the antithesis of the derelict. Yet the hostile ships bore strikingly familiar colors. For a moment, nothing happened. And then the lightshow begun. Blood red blobs of what he assumed to be plasma streaked from the unknown, now clearly hostile ships toward the Curious, dissipating against the shield. When the Curious returned fire, he noticed more of the unsettling similarity. “Is the shield holding?” he inquired following several tightly clustered hits to the front of the shield.

As the beam mode operating P-15s bit into the lightly colored cruiser, the ship all but disintegrated. “They will better now. Also, Marines are on board, battered but alive.” Astra said as she woke up from her mindspace trance. “By the stars, it’s them!” the commander exclaimed as she laid eyes on the appearance of the hostile ships.

“Latanos, Curious. We could use strikecraft cover so we can maximize our offense. Can yours help?” the commander asked.

“Curious, Latanos, we have your sensor readings, outfitting Marauders for interception, launch possible in forty seconds. Give us a jump point so we can bring out our guns.”

“Oracle, have the Latanos jump 600 meters positive Y axis, that will let us squeeze the hostiles in a 90 degree pincer.” With the Curious in front and the Latanos above the hostile ships, both the Faira and the Narix could fire their weapons without fear of friendly fire.

Them? Who ‘them’?!” the commander confused him, “Nevermind, later.”

“I’m not quite sure we need to bother the good primarch with a jump yet.” Astra said, “Torpedoes, one salvo, MIRV, cruiser. P-15s switch to the corvette.” the commander ordered.

“Shield at 35% charge.” another voice blared. The heavy plasma cannons of the enemy were not something to forget about in the fight. Astra shuddered to think what those ships could do with a beam mode weapon if they could switch. She’d rather they not. “Stop the engines, reroute to shield. Reserve the PDGs for warhead interception, only target the strikecraft with the ASBs.”

The main armaments flared again, shaving off a third of the predicted hull integrity off of the corvette. One of the shots must have went through the fighterbay, because it caused a massive secondary detonation. The small caliber cannons were finding little purchase on the other cruiser though. Two of the torpedoes were also intercepted by the enemy fighters before they split, but once the submunitions of the ohter two were out, there were too many for the four fighters and not numerous defense cannons on the cruiser to pick up.

“Confirmed detonations, by the heavens that is one tough bastard!” Pegsei reported when the cruiser survived both plasma and nuclear onslaught. “Most of its turrets are out though.”

“They’re running!” Niziz then reported, feeling the other ships spooling up their subspace drives.

“Just means they’ll be back with their friends. We either kill them now or run as soon as they jump.” Linsis noted.

“We can not let them leave!” Astra said almost hysterically. “Not through the node where our civilians are, and under no condition must they ever get a message out! Master gunner, melt the cannons if you have to! Oracle, guide them onto their drives! Comms, tell Latanos to jump to the node ASAP!”

“Siege mode, ma’am?” Pegsei asked uncertainly.

The enemy strikecraft was closing in, but they would have to deal with it. “Authorized.”

All but the frontal shield emitter on the Curious momentarily shut down, and the turrets re-aimed onto where Niziz guessed their jump drives could be located. Then, not only the P-15s, but also the P-5s opened a salvo fire in beam mode. Both of the enemy ships were punctured, and the glows that dotted their hulls as well as their thrusters went dark, leaving only glowing, melted holes where the weapons hit.

“Brace for impact!” The sector controller barked as an enemy bomb found its way through.

“Curious, Latanos. Received, jumping to the node.”

The bomb must have been massive as the ship noticeably shuddered upon impact. Still, it would appear the enemy has been vanquished.

“Commander, should we continue firing to make sure?” Linsis turned to his superior officer. “And what did you mean by ‘them’?”

“Yes, I am interested in armor alloys form the second cruiser, but debris will do just as finely. We do not need to research anything else, it has already been done. Which ties us neatly into ‘them’, and to that I say, ask your superiors. We warned your race, perhaps now they will see it fit to act on it.” the commander said, not really authorized or in the mood to explain. “Good work with the ship, prefect Linsis. It may have been a short fight, but well handled.”

“Err, commander? We can’t quite continue firing, unless you want us to peck them to death with PDGs. The cannons are…” Pegsei said, the TacMap zooming in on the Curious, showing barrels hideously bent out of shape, and one of the P-15 turrets slowly drifting into space where the enemy bomb hit.

“Spare the expense and let them have a few more massive load torpedoes. Leave the remaining strikecraft to the fighters from the Latanos.”

“Ma’am the strikecraft… they jumped. Not to the node, and we didn’t catch their vector.”

“Thank you, commander, the crew deserves a lot of the credit. If the lost turret is made out of something ferromagnetic, our fighters should be able to recover it. Might take several of them, depending on its weight.”

Jump-capable strike craft were something to be worried about. It meant their home ship could be on the other side of a planet, or system for that matter, safe from harm. Worse still, they could be deployed in ambushes unexpectedly on unprotected flanks.
“If the fighters have jumped, that brings us back to what I said before: Do we retreat, or bring the rest of the fleet here? They will be back to avenge their comrades. Question is: how long ‘til that happens?”

“Curious, this is Pike leader. Be advised, enemy strike craft appeared to be equipped with a shield similar to yours. 50 mm had little to no effect, 75 mm got through after six to sixteen rounds, depending on the hostile craft. Worse still, sensors could not acquire aspect lock. It would seem the ships have some form of advanced EM insulation or something. Thermal signature was also fairly low, but enough for the missile to track. Radar tracking was not impaired.” one of the Narix interceptor pilots reported.

“I don’t believe so, XO. I think I know what the interference is. No wonder it feels like a node, it used to be one. My guess is that the ship exploded while exiting, and the window shaved it in half. The energy released in the explosion must have destabilized the local mindspace. By all accounts, the node we came through should be less stable than it is. My guess is that it formed after said event.”

“In any event, the fighters have nowhere to run. Explorer is blockading the only node out on the other side, and the Latanos is on this side. We will need to hunt down those fighters anyway though, if not for the research on their miniaturized FTL then for the research on the shipwreck to be safe. It looks like this ship will only be headed to the yard though.” Astra sighed. “I for one have had enough of being the first ship in, the Studious can pick up it’s slack for a time.” A round of agreeing murmurs went around the C’n’C.

“So the Latanos’ jump engineer was right? Wonder what caused the malfunction. More importantly, how do we avoid having that happening to us, especially if it has the potential to destabilize a jump corridor?”

“That’s assuming the unknowns didn’t do it on purpose or weren’t engaged by the Ancients while traversing said node. I would wager one of those - Either they were hoping to cut themselves off before they were overrun, or…” she shook her head, “All speculation though. The Marines on the other hand gathered some data that might shine some light on the situation. Call them up for debriefing, I and Virgo will be interested to hear your and the Centurion’s evaluation, since we don’t have much experience.”

“Experience in what? Space combat? Neither do we, not counting simulations or exercises.” Linsis said as he sent the summon through his suit. “Oh, not sure whether you’ve been told, but of the twelve simulated, two training and this live defensive engagements, this is the first time I lost less than 50 percent of the crew.”

“I meant marine combat, but now that you mention it, this has been the first time we have engaged in ship to ship combat as well. I will take the statistic as compliment, we did gear up our ships to go against bigger threats and with crew survivability in mind.” she explained, “I’m… sorry. It can not feel good to go into a fight knowing that even in tests the equipment can not save you.”

“You misunderstand, commander. Equipment was fine, as evidenced by the numerous success of my comrades. Your temporary XO usually doesn’t know where his head is at when he’s not the one to start the engagement. The marines are done servicing their equipment and the suit logs and helmet camera feeds have been pulled. They are waiting in the briefing room. Good news is they are all unharmed and have located a functioning airlock, IF we can keep a foothold here.”

“Then let’s not keep them waiting. After that, our shift ends. Perhaps I can persuade you to a sim game? Let’s see what you got, perhaps we can give one another some pointers.” the commander challenged.
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Ancients
One cycle ago, the Vanguard fleet with their attached elements of Narix 5th fleet has entered the system beyond Opportunity. They have immediately found wreckage form a war fought 8000 years ago. The debris is now being analyzed back at Opportunity. After investigating a Mindspace disturbance which turned out to be a collapsed node, the EFG Curious encountered another shipwreck. During investigation, the Marines woke up what must have been hibernating members of a third species.

Soon after, three ships emerged from Subspace and engaged the Curious. While the Frigate won the engagement with no losses on crew, it is estimated that the ship will spend another month in a berth before it is combat ready again. More worryingly, the ships matched electronic signature and design philosophy encountered on the derelict landed on the Homeworld. It is without the doubt that they were Ancient vessels, and they were openly hostile.

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In light of these events, the Admiralty has chosen to fully disclose everything about ourselves to the Narix, even the existence of full specifications on the Ancient superdestroyer we have recorded before the Homeworld's destruction. In light of our knowledge of what power the Ancients can bring to bear and with evidence that some of them still live and are hostile, the Admiralty feels that casting our fate with the Narix is the best course of action.
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Lira was looking forward to this. Despite her ship being charged with warding the Opportunity system where their diplomatic hub with the Narix was located, she has yet to meet a single one. The Vanguard fleet seemed to hog all the OEP personnel for now, and the diplomats rarely ever had a use of her, and when they did, a video call was all that it required. Well, now she would get her fill, she supposed.

“This is some event.” Sola said as she stood next to her in the hangar, waiting for the transports to arrive with the Narix delegation. The upcoming talks were probably not going to be easy for either side, but the Narix were probably the one’s who would suffer bigger shock. Not that the Faira were not about to leave themselves wide open and vulnerable if the Narix decided to do away with them.

A flash of a Mindstorm announced Libra’s and Cygnus’ arrival, and they exchanged brief salutes and pleasantries. “Admirals. What is the game plan?” the junior flag officer asked.

“We tell them what threat they possibly face, and then we will see how they react, but the goal is to solidify a military alliance. We can not hope to stand up to the Ancients alone, no one can. They are thousands of years old, contingencies need to be put in place for the long term.” Lira answered, just as the dropships started to arrive.

The delegations arrival was nothing out of the ordinary. A single Vanguard arrived through the Narix node flanked by the frigates of its lance before jumping to the Fiara side of the system. It was then that a casual observer would notice something odd, as a launch of half of its fighter complement preceded two ships vaguely similar to the Pillager, but longer, missing any wings, sporting four separate engines and troop pods underslung beneath the hull. The transports, the first of the new Plunderer heavy transports, headed for the destroyer, flanked closely by the 16 Marauders. When the dropships entered the Warden’s docking bay, the fighters broke off and assumed a defensive screena round the hangar approaches.

Upon landing, the dropships lined up next to each other in their designated stands. Neither of them bore any markings except highlighted emergency handles. Once the engine noise died down, the boarding ramps dropped down, letting their occupants out. First to set foot into the hangar were the security forces, wearing an unmarked and more streamlined version of the Narix standard suit. Following them were the delegates, one carrying primarch Ascari and ambassador Taranis, the other minister Ertanax and two other Narix. Emerging out of the ships, the five delegates greeted the Faira with a nod of their heads and ambassador Taranis took the word, addressing Libra and Cygnus. “Good to see you again in good health. Shame about the circumstances of our meeting.” before turning to Sola and Lira, “I am ambassador Taranis. These are primarch Ascari, head of the Fifth Fleet and ministers Ertanax, Nebiros and Kandros, representing our government. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“I am honored to welcome you aboard the Warden, Ministers, Ambasador, Primarch. I am Lira, admiral of the patrol fleet, and next to me Admiral Sola, commander of the Home fleet. Trust me, if you believe the circumstances are not good, you are in for a long day. This way, if you please.”

The group fell into march, leading to the cleaned up briefing room. As they walked, Cygnus could not help but lean towards ambassador Taranis with a whisper: “Ertanax? Any relation to...?” she asked hopefully discreetly enough, thinking of the technician aboard Astra’s ship.

“Indeed. The name ‘Ertanax’ runs far back in our history when it comes to engineering, mainly mechanical, but there are exceptions. Let me guess: you are worried we’ve sent you someone just because her uncle holds a position of power?” Runa couldn’t conceal a grin.

“Actually, no. I was just curious. It is common for us to have entire families serving on the same ship, given how long a deployment can last. It would be unbearably cruel to separate a family for as long as a generation. We maintain high levels of professionalism, with our form of government there is little choice. But we would not deny the relation. In fact, I am Commander Astra’s mother.” the admiral shrugged.

“So your daughter, with some help from rear admiral Libra, made sure an alien species didn’t start shooting at them, despite...” Runa looked over her shoulder to make sure Ascari was not within an earshot, “Despite the, well, rigid thinking of the person she talked to. Must make you proud. While on the subject, do you have anything to say about our exchange personnel? Complaints, commendations or general notes?”

“I am so glad that meeting did not turn into a disaster you have no idea. The Commander is no diplomat herself, and albeing in sciences she is the genius of her generation, people skills she inherited from me. Just awful.” she shuddered. “No, I have some notes, but none that I would want to share as they are more my thoughts than objective observations. It seems that your perfect Linsis has done rather well with hardware he did not know in an unknown hostile situation though, and my hangar crews are buzzing with excitement whenever one of your pilots issues a build order.” she rolled her eyes.

“I hope the pilots are not getting too overzealous. But it looks like we will need their skills soon, and many more like them. Have you seen the footage captured by the marines? The noises alone make my skin crawl.” Runa shuddered. “Now imagine the initial contact didn’t go as well, we were fighting each other and the Nightmares awoke. Can’t picture a scenario that could be worse by much.”

“We could have been believing in invisible omnipotent men living in the sky granting life beyond life if we followed their arbitrary rules and insist on you doing the same.” Cygnus said in a flat voice.

“Well, 1539 years ago… Some things are best not spoken of. The Dark Ones would have something to say about this, had the bloody fanatics left any of that ethnic group alive.”

“More on the matter of the Ancients soon. Much more, and you are going to wish you didn’t know. Tell me though, what is the meaning of the name you use for them?” Cygnus asked as they neared their destination.

“You know we require sleep, yes? Even when we sleep, our brain is still active and may or may not, during certain phases of sleep, produce images we perceive as dreams. A dream that incites terror, sometimes bad enough to cause you to wake up, is called a nightmare. The word is also used for particularly undesirable things or situations. One might say a set of difficult exams at school is a nightmare. For me, having my fingers crushed and arm broken at several places was a nightmare. An ancient, hostile race of aliens that don’t seem to die when shot? Quite a nightmare, wouldn’t you agree?” Runa tried her best to explain the word and thought process behind naming the new species. “If you refer to them as ‘Ancients’, what do you call the other species? The species that wreckage belonged to?”

“I’d rather not repeat myself. If you’d please.” The admiral beckoned into the room and they all took seats.

Taking their seats, Runa spoke up. “So, your invitation was in equal measures urgent and unspecific. But it doesn’t take a genius to understand it has something to do with the events that transpired in the past 32 hours. So, go ahead. We’re all ears.”

“Your assumption is correct.” Lira responded, “As you know, we have initialized the OEP and other measures to gauge how well our peoples can work together. This form our side was also to gauge whether we can trust you with our secrets. Unfortunately, the appearance of active Ancients renders those plans too long. You need to be made aware of what it is that we might find ourselves fighting, and hopefully you’ll see the need for disclosure and why we were pushing for an alliance.”

Cygnus took the word then as a former scientist, able to share the information properly. “You were told that we have found debris of a ship form past era. That was not entirely honest from us. What we found, was an intact, inactive Ancient, or Nightmare as you refer to them, ship of massive proportions and capabilities, exceeding the destroyer specification.” she said, displaying the visualisation of the ship in question.


“This ship is where we derived most of our current technology from. It’s main weapons were able to render the surface of a planet uninhabitable, and the shield it boasted was all but invulnerable. We have always wondered if they might still be roaming space, and now we know. And we know they do not like us. In light of this, we would implore you to rethink the decision to merge our forces sooner rather than later, and share our technological bases so that we can hopefully design equipment that would give us a fighting chance. Whether you do or do not decide to do so, the information we have on the Ancients and their ship is on this drive. Use it well.” she said, handing the drive to Runa.

“A lie by omission.”

“Being economical with the truth, minister.” the primarch interjected, accepting the drive from Runa. “In their place we wouldn’t have even shred as much as they have.”

“It has been our intent since day one to for a semi-rigid federation as well as a military alliance. We wouldn’t have agreed to the OEP otherwise. We were not sure our troops and yours could cooperate, given the obvious differences. But both the spaceborne and shipboard engagements have proven those worries null and void. I realize there hasn’t been enough time to fully evaluate our cooperation, but time is forcing our hand. The council has been notified of this, and we are prepared to begin shaping the alliance. Furthermore, Lord-Commander Zorea has been notified of this development and the Second fleet is mobilizing. Four battlegroups will be ready to be deployed tomorrow at 0600 hours.”

“There is also the matter of your construction project - the Singularity.” minister Ertanax continued, “Construction is proceeding faster than expected, but we still only have about 8 percent of the hull complete. I dearly hope that ship isn’t the bedrock of whatever we intend to do about this new, or perhaps I should say old threat, because it’s certainly not going to be ready in time.”

There seemed to be a massive relief on the Faira faces. “Very well. I and the rear admiral will be available to you for the making of this alliance.” Lira said. “Unfortunately, we can no spare any more of our ships ourselves. To be honest, the Vanguard, Patrol and Home fleets are all we got.” Sola then picked up, the hologram changing to display a large red star. “What you are looking at is our home system circa three hundred years ago. This,” she highlighted the planet closest to the star, “Is Faira’Erea, our former homeworld, with about five billion Faira.”

The video then sped up, and they could see the star eventually exploding timestamped hundred years from the original view. “This, in part, is why we have been so sparing with giving you any information about ourselves. The truth is, that the nebula we inhabit is in fact our home system. There are only a million of us left, they are all that we could evacuate in time.”

As the mood couldn’t get much worse than it already was, the news of the Faira homeworld didn’t have much of an impact. If anything, the Narix now felt validated in spending numerous resources on the First Fleet.

“Let me get this straight.” the primarch, for the first time, dropped his stone face. “You expect us to fight an alien enemy we have just learned about while you take the back seat and watch, despite knowing about this species and their abilities for what, 400 years?”

“Four hundred years trying to escape and reconstruct our society after going nearly extinct? I will not make any excuses for not being able to lend more aid at this time because we simply didn’t have the manpower to build any more. After you go through such a tragedy, they I will accept your judgement on how we have handled it, until then, you have no right whatsoever to judge us on the matter.” Libra said, a bit of a hiss in her voice.

Lira placed a hand on her forearm, trying to calm the rear admiral down. “It is true. Our only shipyard ship has been at non stop work since then. Why do you think we were so hungry for you to pay with build time in trade? We have literally jumped out of our home system for the first time since the nova of our star two weeks ago. What do you expect us to do? We have already committed two thirds of our forces to this, you can not expect us to leave out home completely undefended.”

“I am trying to be sympathetic, but I fear you have no choice. What good is rebuilding your civilisation going to be if we all get crushed? As much as I hate to use cheap phrases, this is a literal do or die situation. You have jumped out of your system for the first time? So have we. When have you ever fought a war without risk?”

“I think-” Cygnus interjected, “-That given what we know of the Ancient’S capabilities, we need to all calm down and admit to ourselves that if they arrive now, both of our races are as good as extinct.” she said morosely. “There is a single weakness in the Ancient superdestroyers’ design, which we know of because our ships suffer from it too - their shields do not work while in FTL. Now, given that your only ship that could even dream of engaging one of those in that condition at the present is the Latanos, and that is with a Faira technician operating it’s drive synchroniser, you need us right now to have a hope of saving your homeworld should they set their eyes on it, and even then, whichever jump node you would choose to engage them in would collapse with it’s destruction, likely taking all the other nodes out of the system with them. Much like that, we need you because we do not have the numbers to deal with a sizeable fleet of other ships. So can we please top accusing each other of what might have been done better to deter the Ancients now, when they are not even attacking us, and focus on how to deter them best for when they actually do show up?”

“You’re wrong about the Latanos, admiral.” Runa quickly spoke up when she heard Ascari draw a breath to speak. “There are still her sister ships, the Asgypus and the Malachor, which brought the ministers here. As I said earlier, more of our ships will arrive tomorrow. But it is as you said: we can’t face this enemy alone, which is exactly why we need you on your feet. Fortunately for us, the superdestroyer seems to be the only ship equipped with such a shield. The ships the Curious engaged did not possess any shielding system at all and our fighters, though outnumbering the Nightmare craft, managed to damage several of them despite their shielding. We can stand our ground against these threats until something bigger shows its ugly head. Is that superdestroyer all you’ve found? Did it perhaps contain additional information about this species, such as their strength, ship types or something?” she made an uneducated guess at what a warship might hold.

“There is something to discuss about the timeframe we think of. Thus far, we have no indication of the Ancients arriving in any larger numbers. Terminus is a system that doesn’t lead anywhere but back here.” Sola said, highlighting Terminus and Opportunity on the node map, “And on our side, we have Exodus system with a node only to Opportunity and to the Faira nebula, which in its own as far as we were able to scan it is a dead end as well. The Commander of the Curious theorized that the unknowns blown up their ships in subspace on purpose to cut themselves off of the Ancient forces. Unless there is a known entry point somewhere on your side of the map, I don’t see how they could even get to us, we have seen they use same mode of FTL as you do. What we found is looking most likely to be a remnant of the war fought eight thousand years ago, rather than a new arrival. We are of course still trying to chart the mindspace nodes in the Nebula, which is not easy given it’S turbulent environment, so there is a potential entry point there, in which case the Home fleet is exactly where it needs to be. Would you share your side of the map? If you know of a possible entry point, our best choice is to put a chokehold on it and not let them through to our systems in the first place.”

“Than we have a problem.” Ascari stood up, leaning towards the projected map. “As far as our side is concerned, our node from Opportunity leads to Naris itself.” he pointed to where Naris would be in relation to opportunity, Terminus and the Faira Nebula. “And that is a dead end. So either the Nightmares can travers unstable nodes, or nodes unknown to us, or we are trapped here with them. Either way, it seems we have no way out of here for the time being.”

“Well, we would like to go over Naris itself as well then. Our oracles can confirm whether there is another exit. That would actually make your home the last defensible place to fall back to should they enter through the Nebula, and it actually sounds like we need to recall all our fleets back, possibly outfit some of your ships with shielding systems and hardened sensors as well and finish surveying there, so we know for sure.” Cygnus suggested. “If we are stuck in this region of space, then… Well, it will be able to support us both for a few thousands of years and keep us perfectly safe but what future is there then?”

”An inevitable war over the remaining resources that would allow the victors to endure for a few more years before their unavoidable death.” Runa thought, but did not say out loud. “Since secrets are getting out, no point holding this one back: rear admiral Libra already knows a bit, but we were pushed out of Naris due to population growth. There are now over nine billion of us and despite taxing every child, that number still grows. I hope for everyone’s sake that we can find a way out that doesn’t lead to a galaxy infested by the Nightmares. If not, that unknown future might be here sooner than anyone would like, even if we started drastically limiting our population.”

“With the alliance taking shape, getting a few oracles to Naris shouldn’t be a problem.” Ascari took over, “The Malachor will be staying here for a while, the Oracles can hitch a ride when it returns with the ministers. Once their work there is done, they can either return here via a supply ship or join the forces that would be going through the newly discovered node. As for any plans regarding direct combat or even just hunting the Nightmares in Terminus, that is better left between you and Lord-Commander Zorea.”

“Terminus is being scoured by the newly established OEP wing as we speak, along with the Explorer group’s cruisers. If there is more of them there, we will find them within the week. We hope that the unknown shipwreck will be able to provide some answers, our combined scientists are working round the clock to restore power to it’s systems. We hope that logs form the last war with the Ancients might give us an edge on ours, whenever it comes.” Cygnus supplied.

“In the meantime, we can be relatively certain that Exodus and Opportunity are free of any other jump nodes, the Patrol fleet has scanned them thoroughly, in case of Opportunity the 5th fleet has confirmed the finding. For ease of mind, it might be worth to send some of your science teams to survey Exodus as well.” Lira noted, thinking it wouldn’t hurt to be certain.

“And, since the Nebula is the only system left not fully charted by either of our species, and thus far the most likely entry point for the invasion, I propose we move the Faira’Karte to Exodus so elements of your second fleet can have our shield and sensor suites installed so they can navigate the Nebula safely, and by extension train a first wave of your personnel to work with the technology. With those upgrades, they could aid in the survey, if that would be acceptable to you. If you need the lord-commander’s approval, then I think we should reconvene at a later date once the necessary people are fully informed.”

“I don’t think anyone is going to complain about mounting shielding onto our ships.” Ascari noted. “Perhaps it would be best to start with one ship of each class, or maybe an entire lance to see what changes there will have to be made to power grid, internal layout and so on. Since the Latanos has already been modified with the help of specialist Omicri, we could start with that. Not to mention the entire Fifth Fleet is under my control, therefore the only ones that could halt that are the council and I am sure ambassador Taranis could persuade them should the need arise.”

“That would depend on whether the Lord-Commander intends to deploy an exploration fleet or be on the safe side and deploy your attack fleet straight on. On our part, it makes little difference, but the sooner it is done the better, I assume the integration of the components will not be as smooth as we would like.” Sola noted.

“I am forwarding you the full schematics of the Singularity as well. It makes no sense now to tow it into a different location, it would be easier to ferry the components to Naris or assemble them there. I would implore you to go over the design and see what improvements you think could be made. We think that you could vastly improve the armor at least. Even without that, we designed it to be - in theory - capable of engaging the Ancient superdestroyer, or killing a planet. It’s the best shot we have at the moment to killing one of those things in normal space, unless you have such a ship or weapons platform you’d like to tell us about.” Cygnus said, forwarding the schematics to the ambassador.

“Yes, I recall people complaining about the Singularity’s hull.” Ertanax noted. “It would be best to make it segmented so damaged sections can be replaced more easily. We will send the schematics to the shipwrights in charge of that project and forward their notes to you.”

“Lord-commander Zorea would not deploy his fleet without sending us through first. We are better equipped and trained for that. His fleet is a weighty blade, not fit for recon and exploration. That gives us - in theory - time to equip his ships. That, or he could assist in hunting the Nightmare remnants in Terminus.”

“The exchange pilots also mentioned one of your conceptual designs, a sort of self-propelled capital ship weapon. A gunship, I think you referred to it? Do you think that could be useful against the Nightmares?” one of the ministers wondered.

“Those were conceived as cheap offensive weapon. I do not know how effective they would be on defense. I suppose, provided we could protect them long enough, we could use something like them to blockade the destination end of a jump node. But they would still be extremely fragile. I’d rather see more capital ships built. The curious proved that even a somewhat lacking frigate is capable of destroying several of their line ships. No doubt with some experience that ratio would improve, and with some further upgrades perhaps they will not be left in such a sorry state.” the Vanguard’s admiral thought out loud.

“Upgrades such as a fighter bay or proper power generation.” the primarch snorted. “I understand your resources and shipbuilding capacities may have been limited, but how does the latter not raise any red flags? Or rather green flags.”

Outside of the primarch’s field of view, Runa shot the Faira an apologetic look. While she agreed, there had to have been a better way to put it.

“Don’t forget the ability of Nightmare strike craft to use subspace to jump on their own. Even if the range would be limited, it would level the playing field.” minister Ertanax continued, “Imagine if a Partisan-class carrier could deploy all of its strike craft while staying on the other side of the system? One such carrier carries 240 fighters and bombers. If provided proper jump coordinates, they could annihilate small lances without any help from a capital ship. How quickly do you think the Nightmare fighters trapped in Terminus, provided they are indeed trapped, can be tracked down and captured?”

“We know of the weaknesses of the Comet class, a replacement is already well in the simulation stage, although pending the review of the Singularity, we might make other changes as well. The Meteor and Pulsar class are thus far good enough, but we are looking at the complete deprecation of the smallest warship class. After seeing that monster of a cruiser they tossed at the Curious, nothing we can produce yet can compare. That thing could stand up to a corvette.” Cygnus frowned.

“Yes, miniaturization of a jump drive should be something we should work on. In the meantime, provided there are psychokinetic volunteers, a special strike craft class that would serve to wakejump other craft could be designed. Is there any progress on the support ship?” Lira asked.

“With the introduction of the larger Plunderer-class transport, this task just became much easier. Three prototype support modules are already being assembled, they should be delivered within the next few days.” minister Ertanax rubbed his hands, “Not only can the Plunderer carry more materials due to its size, we don’t have to modify the craft itself, we just build the desired module, much like the Discovery-class. In a few days, we’ll take the same ships that brought us here, detach the troop pods, attach the support pods and boom: support ship. As to how it’s going to work, that lies in the stars so far.”

“Yes, the Lilith-class.” Ascari frowned, “Corvus Linsis dedicated a few paragraphs to that nasty little beast. I hope there are no more of those hibernating around here. I doubt anything smaller than a Comet or Vanguard stands much chance unless they manage to cripple it very quickly.”

“Very well. I think we have what we came for. Minister Ertanax, rear admiral Mercuriel will be your contact in facilitating any technology exchange. Read admiral Libra will be handling the drafting of any alliance related documentation form our side. Regarding our military deployment, Admiral Cygnus and the Vanguard fleet will remain in Terminus and finish surveying it. Primarch, your fleet is welcome to help and double check, but we would like if you could send one instance of each ship class form your fleet ahead to Exodus to begin the refits. Given the sizes of the ships, our shipyard will be able to refit them and repair the Curious at the same time, it would give us a head start. Admiral Lira and the Patrol fleet will be deployed throughout Opportunity and Exodus to keep a lookout for any ancients that might have been left slumbering there, as well as sending a cruiser to verify Naris as a dead end on the map. Finally, I will away the fifth fleet’s arrival in the nebula once your ships are ready.” Sola summarized what the Faira fleets’ plans were. “Would this schedule be acceptable?”

“Very well. I will send the Asgypus, the Sharlatan and the Natanis to begin the refits. That will give us two Vanguards that can be synced to your drives. I will return with the rest of the Fifth present as well as the science ships to Terminus for now. I expect lord-commander Zorea to pitch his tent here for the time being, as he could quickly respond to any threats at Terminus, Exodus and Naris alike.” Ascari nodded.

“I will sort out the proper clearance for the survey of Naris as soon as I get back to the Alchemist.” Runa continued. “In the meantime, the ministers will put together a skeleton of the treaty. Rear admiral, say we meet in 48 hours at your convenience to get things moving?”

“We’ll get started as soon as we stow our things. I will also forward any updates regarding the Singularity to the rear admiral directly.” Ertanax finished.

“Please, pass the design changes to Commander Astra. She is to be the commander of that ship, and it is her design after all.” Cygnus noted, and the group got ready to depart back to their respective fleets. “One final thing. I believe we should switch most of the OEP personnel to the Home fleet. Get them used to working in the Nebula. It is a bit of an… acquired taste.”
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