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@Luna_Maria
Yes, same section, ship, and crew. The HR line is to signify the change in perspective- where at first it was third person in the ship's CIC, it switched over to a third person view from outside the ship.

An image of the Juran Light Destroyer


CIC of the JSBF Silent Sentinel, 2 hours later
Su'Talra watched grimly as data was fed back to him: three large warships, easily battlecruiser-sized, were moving towards his position. He had been drifting, but because of his speed and course just before going silent, he wasn't too far away from his last position- if anything, he had been getting closer to the investigating foreigners.

Those three ships were easily large enough to deal with his small one, and there wasn't any way to fight them. They were moving too aggressively, and he didn't like it when unknown ships bolted straight for his position, and didn't attempt to make contact. He had been the first one to meet the fifth sentient species that the Jora knew of; they were spacefaring, barely, but they had the courtesy to ask who's at the door.

<Use maneuvering thrusters, and bring us around. On my mark, go full burn towards the edge of the system. Helm, get ready, Navigation, plot us a course to the best hyperspace gateway,> Su'Talra snapped, in no mood for playing any sort of game with the aliens. Unfortunately, he knew that they wouldn't make it, not even if they full-burned at this very moment. If they opened up a hyperspace portal, there was a larger and larger chance that they could enter hyperspace with him, and follow him to one of the Juran systems- if they had the technology for it. No, if he wanted to get out of this system undetected, he'd either have to slingshot himself around and away by trying to glide past them, or...

<Shipmaster,> rasped Ni'Jioran, the Navigation officer. <We would not make it to the closest silent warp without being caught. They have the acceleration advantage on us.>

Su'Talra growled again, and began to order the Communications officer to prep another message. He was interrupted by him the next moment.

<Su'Talra, Central Command has sent word. Two patrolling ships from the closest system have been dispatched. They'll be here within the hour, and can come out wherever needed if we send the coordinates,> Cu'Ylleri recited, staring at his console, back to Su'Talra.

<This gives me an idea. Helm, full burn immediately. Silent is off the the grid now- retreat is our best option. Go for full burn.> Su'Talra gnashed his teeth in annoyance, but easily conceded to the need to retreat. Unfortunately, the unknown ships had proved themselves to be an annoyance, and were now closing too fast to outrun.


The Escort Corvette had spun around so its engines were facing the three approaching ships, some hundred thousand kilometers away still. Nonetheless, the range was getting far, far too close for comfort. It was with silence- as it was with everything in space- that the small, slender ship ejected blazing hot heat sinks, and the two rear fusion thrusters lit up like two small blue suns. At 100% efficiency, the forward drift ground to a halt, and then became a rapid acceleration.

But it wasn't enough- two destroyers were set to arrive in the system in two and a half hours. The corvette needed to escape the system, and its best chance was an area of empty space even emptier than the rest, with a slight gravitational 'tramline' to the next system over- and this disturbance causes eddies in hyperspace, which the corvette can take and hide in. Escaping through this route would take three hours of travel.

The three warships on the corvette's tail would intercept at about two hours.

The corvette’s turrets unfolded out of their ports on the hull, five triple-barreled railguns turning to lock onto the oncoming carriers. Sixteen ports the size of a Jura also opened, and even smaller railgun turrets popped out- point defense. All the point defense railguns were designed to fire a 25mm 1-kilogram bolt at .002% of lightspeed- a whopping 6,000 meters per second. Such impact force from a tiny projectile at high speeds was easily enough to disable or destroy fighters, drones, and even lightly damage heavy armor. Every strike railgun turret fired at a rate of about 2.333 rounds per second, with 200mm rounds traveling at .0005% of lightspeed- 1,500 m/s. The SRTs easily had a greater fire rate and higher damage per second, but weren’t even close to being as pinpoint-accurate as the point defense- the SRTs relied more on spraying short 5-second bursts and letting the collective damage mount up. On a bigger ship, they were far more intimidating because they could fire almost forever, with all the ammunition- but a corvette was only armed for short, fleeing engagements, or to fight off a small group of fighters or tier 5-3 civilizations. Any warship worth its salt from tier 3 and up would be able to take a corvette on, and this corvette knew it.

Sensing the incoming trio’s hostile intentions, the small patrol ship nonetheless attempted to communicate, sending a message that could hopefully be translated by the aliens.

<Incoming foreign entities, the Juran Spacebourne Fleetship Silent Sentinel greets you, and requests that you slough off speed and avoid coming too close.>

The message played on repeat for several minutes before cutting off, engines of its transmitting ship still at full burn, tearing through the ship’s internel helium-3 fuel supply.




CIC of the JSBF Valiance, Hydian System Deep Space Picket
The Corvette was already sending a report back to Central Command of the intruders, as it took several long minutes to receive the foreign ships’ broadcast (due to it being ten light-minutes away) and use its computer to translate it.

Within short order, a message was sent back in the same language.

”Mercantile Vessels of the Altis Acropolis, this is the JSBF Valiance, you are tresspassing deep in Juran Ark Federation space. You are hereby ordered to standby and prepare for an inspection. JAF Fleet units are en route; any attempt to flee will be taken as guilt of hostile intent, and treated accordingly. Hold speed and course, and wait for boarding parties for examination; resistance will be responded with accordingly. Do you copy?”

The corvette didn’t slow until it reached the turnaround point for a backwards burn, drawing closer and closer with computer-guided precision.

@AbysmalDemon
xD
This is true, friend.

I would say that the Jura are probably unbeatable in battle- if you don't manage to eliminate the first fleet you attack, a second will be en route almost immediately, if there's a chance you can win a battle.

@AbysmalDemon
Okay, so pirates prey on weaker things, right? They like picking off people. The less people there are, the harder it is to grab a bunch of goodies and run off without facing much opposition.

This is why there would be caravan trains and the like in the old days. Merchants would travel in big groups so that all their security can focus on protecting all corners- rather than being stuck alone. So three merchants meet up with two more from another city, halfway down the route. Then they go to their final destination at a third city.

If a merchant fleet is too small, they might consider meeting up with another so that they can travel together. Another reason why they might travel together is if their warp drives are super expensive, and can wear out after so many uses. So, a single ship opens up a warp large enough for all ships to enter hyperspace- the rest of the ships save a bit of life on their expensive equipment, and they can take turns.

So, as your Merchant Fleet 1 enters a system to wait a short time for Merchant Fleet 2, a JAF Patrol Ship warps into the system.

Queue diplomacy.


CIC of the JSBF Silent Sentinel
In a brief ripple of time and space, a single Overwatcher-class Corvette, set on an exploration mission out past the Fringe Line- the edge of Joran settled space- warped into the system. It took a moment for the entire ship to recalibrate to its new environment, and activate its active and passive sensor equipment. At the same time, it launched two surveillance drones, high-stealth, quantum-linked drones that glided through space as if they were debris from a faraway comet or moon, very passively gathering information with the best sensors known to Jura.

A dark reddish, unstriped Jura stood in the pit of the CIC. His central position was where the ship was; all around him, space debris and objects began appearing on the holographic display. Because they warped into the very edge of the system- standard procedure- the only objects appearing were generally directly in front of him.

Shipmaster Su'Talra of the Sentinel Clan purred to himself, the graveling rumblings of it making a deep, throaty hum of contentment.

<Another successful jump. Communications, send word to Central Command that we have reached our destination, and are scouting it now,> Su'Talra said, voice heavy and deep, in their native language. <Thirty-second system to be scouted in as many solar days. Not even Su'Vakra can keep up with me.>

Seven other Jura manned their consoles in a semicircle around him, an officer at their station: Communications, Helm, Navigation, Weapons, Utility, Executive, and Analyst. Each had their role, and having served with all of them for years- he knew they'd do it well.

His contented purring and inner musings caught in his throat, however, when the first two moons appeared on the display. The farthest planet in the system was at its orbit closest to their position, and it took a full twenty minutes for them to get the data from it. The worst thing about warping in at the edge of the system was that you were ten light-minutes or more from the nearest planetary body, and this one was occupied.

<Inform Central Command that we have made contact with a foreign entity in the system. Pass on all data with it.> The Communications officer obediently relayed the message, transmitting it through the ship's instantaneous internal quantum communicator.

Shipmaster Su'Talra stared at the slowly-updating, slowly-expanding field. The unknown contact had covered the moons and planet in something- the computer couldn't identify whatever it was, based on preliminary analysis. Which was odd, because there should be a hell of a lot more natural items in the way- more random atmospheres and gases, and the like. Here, it was all... weird.

The Jura growled, while his underlings remained silent. They knew they could offer up suggestions or ideas, but if they didn't work out or offered something to the problem... Su'Talra would then be Su'Angry.

Finally, the Navigation Jura barked at his Shipmaster, who turned his contemplative, mildly aggravated eyes on the officer.

<It could be that they grew on the planet and moon. The active sensors are reading very notable heat sources from what must be space-worthy power plants, but the readings are showing organically designed ships. Why not have ships that were grown? Rich Jura can grow gold on a plant, why not something like steel or titanium?>

Su'Talra stared for a long moment, before muttering, <A meal in your name, Ni'Jioran.> The officer perked up, pleased that his contribution earned him a meal dining like a king, and everyone shouting a toast to his name. It was an excellent time to preen and enjoy oneself.

The Shipmaster had already turned his gaze back to the slightly shimmering figures spread in front of him. Reaching out, he stretched three clawed digits to surround the planet and its two moons, all occupied, and extended the fingers, quite quickly. The computer obediently zoomed in on the area, slowly providing higher and higher resolution and greater model accuracy as the active sensors swept them over and over.

Growing all over a planet... he had a terrible gut feeling.

<Cu'Ylleri, send word that a Fleet might be required. This Shipmaster thinks our new contacts may not be interested in peace.>

Unbeknownst to the Jura, the Zerg that he had just stumbled across were already beginning to react to his presence, and how obvious he was, scanning them with radar.

It took several long minutes before he began seeing movement, and he snapped his digits at Utility.

<Order the ship to run silent. Cut the exhaust, the turrets, everything. We will be nothing more than another rock floating through space. We will wait for the fleet, or for orders.>

@AbysmalDemon
Mayhaps, instead, they're stumbling across the JAF? A merchant fleet warping into a system so they can meet up with another merchant fleet to travel together to another destination (protection in numbers: pirates don't attack big parties), when they find themselves being faced with an unknown patrol ship?

I'm writing up one of those patrol ships stumbling onto one of @Luna_Maria Zergs, after all.
@Luna_Maria
its not even finished ;-;

Nation Name:
The Juran Ark Federation


Species's Appearance:
As seen above.


General Description and history:


Government type and societal organization:


Population:


Spacebourne Navy:


Alignment: Grey


Primary Characters:


Technology level:
-- Tier 2 Civilization, and here's why:
-- -- Advanced, having spent a great deal of time among the stars. They've got antimatter reactors, warheads, etc. Translocation Gates between major systems for instantaneous transportation, advanced warp drives that create an area of effect- a single carrier could bring its entire fleet with it, and faster than Tier-3 civilizations because of the antimatter reactor powering it.
-- -- Ambitious, having done more than most in the time they've had since they began learning about the universe.
-- -- Intelligent, having forged ahead in most areas of science without stopping. Why have an entire fleet individually warp to a system, when a flagship could simply bring the entire group, while still in formation?
-- -- Culturally dull, because while there is a great many traditions and honors and such, they do not have fine arts like humans. The only notable thing about their culture, beyond their clans and history and such, is the fact that they are magnificent, magnificent cooks. Because of their dull tastebuds, they make up for it by making strong, almost powerful tasting foods.
@Luna_Maria
I mean, I suppose.

The JAF are a Tier-2 civilization- they have a population way higher than the Zerg, and are more advanced besides. The Zerg might want to rethink all-out war with this older civilization.
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