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2177 / II - Beginning of detailed scans of all explored systems
2177 / IV - First four cruisers of the Strike fleet commissioned, ECR Monster, ECR Drake, ECR Nightmare, ECR Enigma
2177 / V - Travel to Naris now possible with a visa following a public vote. 82% participated, 79% voted for visas, 12% unrestricted travel, 7% for official business only and 2% for complete ban.
2177 / V - Commander Astra reassigned to Singularity project. ECV Curious commanded by newly instigated Commander Linsis
2177 / VII - Construction of NSD Halcyon begun
2177 / VIII - First two corvettes of Strike fleet complete, ECV Katla and ECV Karm
2177 / X - Development of fusion weaponry suggested
2178 / III - ESD Singularity’s framework completed
2178 / V - Exodus and Opportunity fully scanned with no artifacts present
2178 / V - NSS Stargazer completed, replacing the NSS Independence
2178 / VI - Hazard level I zones in Faira Nebula explored without any results
2178 / VI - Narix redesignated the “Nightmares” to “Ancients”
2178 / VIII - Debris from NSS Independence recovered and returned to Naris
2178 / VIII - Narix elections see most of the councilors retain their seats with the exception of industry and military councilors of Armiden
2178 / X - Intact Relic destroyer found in Terminus Oort cloud

ECR Durable & NSS Zenith, Terminus Oort cloud

It’s taken years, but now they were looking at it. The Zenith and Durable paired up for easier defense, each scanning a hemisphere rather than a full sphere along the path, jumping twice as quickly. Even then, sometimes the cloud was so dense that the Marines were digging shrapnel form the hull. But now it all paid off. “Look at it! It’s beautiful!”



“Good thing we have the other derelicts to study their hulls, This thing must be beyond repair. Just make sure whoever comes to explore it packs a few psychokinetics, no way we are getting anyone across via shuttle or spacewalk. At least this garbage isn’t big enough to cause major damage to it, besides the hangar. If anything, there might not be any Ancients aboard. This looks like they jumped here to hide or repair battle damage. Maybe we’ll even get their sublight drives this time around”

“We can hope. I think we should start on detailed scans, if we know the internal structure, we can jump straight in. In the meantime, we’ll dispatch a camera drone to get a look into the hangar, see what state it’s in. What do you think would map the internal structure best, RTG, MRI?” Mirai asked of her Narix counterpart and her engineer alike.

“RTG over MRI, considering their materials react very poorly to magnetic field. If one ship acts as a lamp and the sensors of the other as a photo chip, we can have the entire ship done in a couple of hours form two directions, then we can build a very basic model of the internal layout. I’m rather worried how strong the sensor ray would have to be to penetrate though. It probably won’t be safe for the receiving ship. I think we’ll have to go in in either case.” the engineer noted.

“We only have 32 marines on board. If you can get them in, they could at least start preparing a sort of beachhead for when the others arrive. Shall I tell them to suit up so they’re ready when the drone is done? What we learned on the other wreck will make moving through much easier, so two squads should find a suitable access point within a reasonable timeframe. Or they’ll get eviscerated by hibernating Ancients.” She suddenly perked up in excitement. “Since the ship’s intact, do you think we could find any Relics on board, hibernating like the Ancients did?” If that were to happen, there were two drastically different ways that could go.

“I don’t know. The Ancients are species like none other, who knows if another species even can hibernate for eight thousand years. I certainly am not going to try. Have your men shuttle over, we’ll see if the Marines put their heads together if they can come up with a point of entry. Linking the drone footage to you.”

“Hangar’s taken some heat, but some of the doors seem undamaged. I’m not sure about sending out a shuttle through this junk. Swarmers loose, take out anything that would threaten the Pillagers.”

The ships left the hangars, carefully maneuvering through the rocks while the marines and their gunners squirmed nervously. The first ship made it to the hangar without any problems, offloading the marine team. The pilots then used some hook-like objects on the hangar’s floor to secure the Pillager to the deck with anchoring ropes so the away teams could use them to resupply air or as pressurized chambers.

On its approach, a brief flash of light blossomed on the second Pillager’s left engine cluster.

“Crisis, crisis, left engines gone, scythe two losing control.”

The marine team streamed out of the open rear bay, using their thruster packs to make it to the derelict as safely as possible. The pilot, down to only right engines and Z axis translation thrusters, hauled his crippled ship into the hangar, planting it almost sideways just a few meters from the first one. The landing legs bent, left aileron and a piece of the wing broke off and the ship bounced off the floor before the pilot brought it to a relative halt, allowing the marines to secure the ship.

“Scythe two is down, major structural damage and I hit my head against the canopy.” The pilot hissed over the comms, “Hull’s still airtight, but there’s no way I can limp back to the Zenith, Scythe one will have to tow me back.”

The gunner made his way over to the busted engines, pulling out several pieces of rock.

“Found the problem. Almost looks like iron ore.”

“Damn it.” Adept Auraxis cursed, “Tie Scythe two down and start working on finding an access point. Durable, how long until someone else arrives?”

“The Warden is on the way, the Admiral wants this towed to a safer region. We are to proceed though with establishing a landing zone. The Warden is launching a wing of Positrons to help with the heavy lifting. I’m moving the Durable in front of the hangar to provide shield cover for it. If you could launch a wing of interceptors to blast the heaviest rocks that are headed to towards the ship?” the lieutenant asked.

“Got it, we’re scrambling our four Halberds. Give us two minutes to arm them with dumbfire rockets. The marines are reporting the damaged shuttle is secured to the floor. They are exploring two ways out of the hangar, one looks like it leads to an airlock, the other appears to be leading deeper into the ship. We’ll reposition so our swarmers and 750s can help with the big chunks. ETA on the Warden?”

“Two minutes, they are cooling down drives still after translating the node. Have the Marines send engineers to the airlock, start making a list of materials that would be needed to make it structurally stable for docking. I’m having my Marines equip for a heavy Vanguard, just in case there are Ancients hibernating on this vessel as well. The rest of yours can join them and head to the inside, but have them keep in radio range, the Warden is better equipped to scout this out, we don’t have the manpower. The… what do we call this thing?” Mirai asked, not really coming up with anything that could be remotely associated with this ship, shape or otherwise.

“Hammerhead?” the adept offered. “If you extend a stick from the back of the ship, that would be the haft. Can you use a radio beacon to safely jump? The marines could deploy a targeting beacon to guide you.”

“Away team one, we’ve found the airlock, but the outer gate is bent inward, likely by impact, and we can see right through. We’ll need some heavy-duty tools to get it working. Or we could just cut it open, but we’ll defer to your judgement on this.”

“The objective is to secure the docking port, we don’t even know if the hull is stable enough to be pressurized. We’re sending a transport with two fabricators, materials and the fire foam for strengthening internal volumes, the Marines can hitch a ride along. I’m coming too, I want to see if the computers can be powered up on this one. Auraxis, you have the… ‘fleet’.” The CO smirked. She could dream, can’t she?

“Careful, there’s junk flying around.” Scythe two’s pilot warned over the radio, the pain in his head somewhat dulled.

“Very well, we’re cutting through. We’ll try, anyway.” The engineer wasn’t sure how much good their tools would do against something like this.

A few minutes later, the dropship touched down in the Hammerhead’s hangar. The Marines dragged out the equipment before helping to fasten towlines to Scythe two to return it to it’s mothership under the protection of the Durable’s shield. The heavy vanguard marched out to the other door to link up with the rest of the Narix Marines not working on the docking port. Mirai had to admire the architect that built the ship, the halls an almost organic shape, with ribbing on the wall that looked as structural as it was aesthetic. “Zenith, Hammerhead. There is no strike craft here, they might have either jumped here without them or left on them. Bits and pieces of ordnance and weapons in the racks, some I do not recognize from what we found on RD Beetle. Looks similar to our HYVEL cannon installed on the Muon bombers. We’ll see if we can power up any computers.”

“Received, call back as soon as something interesting comes up. Halberds are out, deck crews are waiting for the Pillager. Can you get some of those projectiles into the shuttle before you tow it here?” Now she was definitely hoping there were no Relics on board, she certainly wouldn’t be happy if she woke up after 8000 years, only to find some aliens picking her ship clean and cutting parts of it away. “Keep the marines on a short leash. If there’s trouble, the remaining shuttle can’t get everyone out. Do you think you can jump twenty people out? At least out of the hull?”

“We can hold out for some time in a firefight if Ancients shown up. I’d rather try talking if by some miracle the Relics are still around. There is something else though, something missing in the ether that we recorded on the Beetle and form the captured specimen, we think they communicate with some form of telepathy, I can’t feel any of it here. Failing that, we have the Durable’s airlock in a direction that we can make the literal jump over.” Mirai ensured. “If any ancients show up outside, make the jump to the node, the Warden will arrive soon and this chunk of crystal can hold out for some time under fire.”

“Good thing we don’t have an Ascari around to bog down the talks.” Auraxis took a shot at the primarch. Perhaps a little undeserved, but humor never hurt anyone. “Just because the Ancients are not talking doesn’t mean they aren’t there, be careful in there. We’ve lost a little too many in the past two years, no need to add your names to the list. If anything goes wrong, pull back to the hangar where Scythe one can give you covering fire. And if you decide to collect personal souvenirs, bring some for me too.”

“Well aren’t you the eager grave robber. Don’t worry, I always bring you a gift.” Mirai snickered over a private channel. “Copy Zenith, thanks. Hammerhead out.” Mirai disconnected the link and floated over to the Marines. “Alright people, primary objective is to locate a power core and control center. Stay in radio contact, drop repeaters if you need to venture further. At any sign of Ancients or possible Relic presence, inform us and return to the hangar.”

“Sir, how are we to react should we encounter living Relics without means of retreat? Do we drop weapons or hold fire and stand our ground?”

“Hm… Keep behind the heavies and lower weapons. Their shielding should give you time to escape should you need to. Jumper, take them outside of the hull if you are forced to. Should they prove not to be hostile, contact me immediately, we’ll bring in the Vanguard and Fifth personnel to handle the contact. If you encounter hibernating relics by any chance, do not do anything to wake them and mark their location.”

Terminus-Opportunity jump node, ten minutes later

“I don’t know whether to like or hate the design.” Lira said, swiveling in the chair to face the holo of the relic ship. “It seems to be attack focused, but it is strangely beautiful, in a threateningly terrifying sort of way. That’s eight main armaments on that monster that can be focused on one target. Still not as threatening as the Lucifer’s main cannons, but I don’t see anything but the Singularity and Halcyon surviving an encounter with it one on one. We have sent for Read admiral Astra to help us with the investigation. I am amazed this thing is sound enough to be towed through FTL. Lieutenant Mirai reports no contacts on the ship yet, Ancient or otherwise. Would you like to bring in anyone else, Lord-Commander?”

“We’ve notified home already, a science detachment similar to the one sent to Beetle’s Head is on its way. They’ll arrive in about an hour, one of the Discoveries had a problem with the jump drive, those ships could use replacing. After thousands of years in a debris field, I’m surprised it’s in one piece at all. Have they found anything that would indicate why the ship was where it was? I can't see many AA turrets. Maybe no pilot of its time could approach it without feeling physically sick just by looking at it. Should we dispatch more marines to help map the interior?”

“I would wait for the additional scientists and engineers before we go poke around too deeply. We do not want to accidentally fry the navigation system. If there is a node out of here somewhere, chances are the information is on that ship. Or at least a confirmation that there is none. We have one shot at this, we can not make an error.” Lira shook her head. “So… curious to see it from the inside? I heard the hangar and docking ports are now stable enough and we have installed a power unit and a gravity generator.”

“Tempting. My shift does end in sixteen minutes or so.” the Narix scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Sure, no one will miss the second highest ranking member of the Republican Armed Forces for an hour, or two, or three.” he chuckled. “Zorea to starboard hangar, I’d like a Pillager ready for liftoff in sixteen minutes. And shake the journalists awake, we’re going on a field trip. Admiral, if the Hammerhead crew needs something, I’ve got a supply Pillager waiting. Might as well do the useful along with the pleasant.”

“I think they could use the end of their shift the most. After Beetle, the heavy Marines are shaking in their suits every time they have to go into one of those. No one dares hope though. We need some good news out of this ship-” She cut her line short, listening to the comm suite, “The Enigma has arrived with the rear admiral. Perfect timing. Shall we go?” Lira beckoned to the door.

RD Hammerhead

Though he’s seen the footage and pictures, nothing compared to seeing this in person. He felt as if he had entered the hive of some giant insect. Perhaps he did, who knew? Although a sight to behold, he hoped their shipwrights wouldn’t take inspiration from these ships. For a few seconds, he was too busy examining his surroundings to notice the Narix saluting him or the two waiting Faira.

“As you were, I’m not on duty.” he finally noticed the ramrod straight marines and turned to the Faira. “Good evening, rear admiral. I see you’re wasting no time putting your future fleet to use.” he greeted Astra, still as if taking in the ship with one eye.

“Good evening it is!” Astra beamed. “Two years in waiting, and finally we have a hit. Why am I not surprised it’s those two ships that found it? Admiral, if you could spare Durable’s crew, I feel like their talents are sorely wasted in Patrol fleet. They should be with Strike or Vanguard, with their talent pool. I believe a certain Captain and possibly Primarch might be better suited for you.” Astra said so no one else would overhear.

“I am not happy with sending my people to the front lines, it’s not what they have been trained for for years, but perhaps you might be right. I won’t give them to you unless you give them space to grow though. Have you already picked the crews for your corvettes?” Lira shot back, seeing the merit in such a transfer, but wanting to do good by her crews.

“I did, not for the Frigates though. The first two are due any month now. I will be taking one as my flag ship until the Singularity or the Warrior are finished, but the other could use a crew, and a pair of in-sync commanders.” She said, looking at Zorea as well, “Talk to them about it for me? This opportunity won’t be here for another two to three years until the next batch is ready, I’d hate to waste their talents. Now, shall we?”

“Not sure about frigate people, maybe someone from the Naris and Zenith. And I think a few people from the Erythrita, one of my Vanguards, might be worth your while.” While he was all for extensive cooperation, he didn’t want to send all his best people away, but wasn’t going to suggest someone who wasn’t up for it either. “But when you start looking for crew for the Warrior, or the Singularity, I believe there are some on the Ira that you would like.“ He didn’t think there would be places left on the Singularity herself, but it was worth a try. “Whenabout is the Warrior due to be done? 2183-ish?”

“If we started building it right now, then perhaps, more likely 2185 though. We will first build the third frigate group, it will be worth more in a fight to have another frigate in two years than a destroyer in five. Unless the rear admiral buys us more of your dock time. The main problem though is, we do not want to build another Meteor. The plans for a new class will be complete in about a year with all the advances we had since. Speaking of which, the frigates being built are the refined Curious class, with the third being a Studious class. The Comet has been officially shelved, although the existing ones won’t likely be rebuilt. It’s cheaper to build a new one.” Astra explained.

“And sure, I’ll train you some people for the Halcyon.” she grinned, understanding the eagerness behind it, “I would like to take Linsis with me eventually anyway. Why break something that works? If he proves capable on the Curious, I intend to offer the Warrior to him, unless the crew makes him retire by then. Last I heard he had to evacuate from the breakroom when the news of the Hammerhead being found arrived.” She smirked, missing not being there for the celebration. “And I don’t think the Durable’s CO would accept without the Zenith’s going with them. Those two ships have quite a history.”

“I’ll be sure not to spoil the surprise to the commander, then. If that’s the case, I’m sure he would appreciate to see a few old friends from the Second aboard the Warrior.” the lord-commander paused. “Breakroom? I always thought of Linsis as the ‘work until midnight’ type, what have you done to him?” Zorea inquired with great amusement. “And getting adept Auraxis onto a bigger ship will only do her good. Maybe she’ll stop hitting her head when going through doors, it’s not easy being 228 centimeters tall.”

“Oh, he works late alright… The Admiral sees to that. How often do you get someone who likes doing paperwork to do it for you? He just likes working in the breakroom, with all the risks that entails since more Narix came aboard.” Astra smirked as she walked along their path towards what the Marines identified as a control center. “I can only imagine what it’s like to be that tall. Some of us have the luck to be born a runt. Good luck or bad luck, I can’t quite tell.”

“Good luck as far as working the duct goes, I’m sure any engineer will agree.” Lira smiled. “Very well, I’ll talk to Lieutenant Mirai about the position. I am a bit surprised you are taking on so much Narix personnel. I do not mean to push you, but every Faira you take from the ‘Dea is one more child that can be born.”

“I know, Admiral, and I am taking as many as I can, but I want my command staff to be selected on skill and merit alone, and some roles the Narix are simply more suited to. The Strikeforce will be mostly their domain, there’s no shortage of volunteers, OEP or citizenship requestors. Speaking of which, how are the ambassador and Rear admiral? I haven’t heard from them in quite a while. I imagine they will visit here shortly as well?”

“He hates paperwork, but does it because that keeps the ship working. Especially anything related to crew comfort. Ambassador Taranis has been called back home for some diplomatic project. I suspect they wanted to throw her aide into the water to see how well he can swim. And it’s the first vacation she’s taken since coming back from the Nebula, that place did not sit well with her. She should be back early next week. Have you talked to her about ways we could help with the population issue? Aside from building more ships, of course. I think there are many places in Naris that could use some of your species’ talents, from dockyards through ports to science teams.”

“Oh, what was that about breakroom problems with additional Narix? Any troublemakers?” the Narix switched into a more serious mode.

“Those are jobs, not homes. I do not mean any disrespect, but nowhere on that cold, damp, heavy ball can feel like it. Even a ship is more comfortable than Naris to live on. It is amazing to visit for certain, but beyond that… I was tired just after two hours on the surface. More than after the battle with the Ancients.” Astra shuddered. “Oh, those aren’t trouble at all. In fact most of the crew welcome the lively culture your people brought aboard. It’s just that the Commander has made it his second quarters, and the crew celebrations tend to disrupt his peace when he falls asleep in there. Seriously, I will pull rank and order him to take a vacation soon if he doesn’t let up. His face is wrinkled already in his age!”

“Good, I was worried there for a moment. I’m sure he will be glad for that.” Zorea breathed a sigh of relief, “I didn’t mean the planet, rather the system as a whole. There are numerous stations, from New Frontier through the shipyards orbiting Artorias to small science and mining outposts. Yes, they are jobs, but long-term jobs often come with long-term housing. And working within our economy and learning its ins and outs might be beneficial for your people in the long run, it can be quite a minefield at times. And I’m afraid even the good ambassador can’t help you there, math and economics are the main reasons she got kicked out of her school. Maybe minister Ertanax, he and his comrades have become a common sight in Opportunity.”

“Suffice to say we are happy he retained his post. It would waste two months of pleasantries getting to know another man, but up to six for him to just get familiarized with all the operations we have going on.” Lira said, “Gravity cuts off ahead, be careful. I see they put up iron catwalks for the boots.” she said and tapped her heels together to engage the magnets. “I like what I see of this ship aesthetically, at least inside, but I worry about the general shape. Good when you are on offense, but the armor is thinner than the Beetle’s and I cannot imagine this turns very well. I don’t think we will be adopting much of it.”

“Too dark for my taste, and it feels like it’s caving in on you. The lack of defensive abilities of ships this size is something the shipwrights lost a lot of sleep over when designing the Warlord, not to mention the Halcyon. And the vertical layout is puzzling as well, it’s much easier to build a monorail and halls than elevators. Did they at all try to get anything working, besides pressurization and an airlock, or were they waiting or someone more qualified?”

“The cruiser and corvette do not have the experience with ships this size in the first place, even on our systems it might have been too much for them to put this into working order, the power grid alone would take all of their efforts. Couple that with the fact it is an alien technology and… here I am.” Astra noted.

Lira paused for a little while examining a piece of technology the crew had on the ground next to the road. “We’ve had the same problem, but we chose to invent the cruiser to add more AS firepower. It’s more expensive, but also more flexible.”

“We did the same thing, and now we have 108 Guardians that are scheduled to be scrapped. Not an ideal solution, but the Privateer wasn’t available at that time. I wonder how the Halcyon will approach the problem.”

“So, rear admiral, having everything we’ve learned so far from the beetle and the Terminus debris available, do you have any estimate on how long until you figure out at least the basics of this thing’s navigation?”

“It seems they use good old push buttons, so figuring out the controls should be easy. Knowing how most of the systems are built also helps, but the main problem still is the language. If we can’t figure out how to read the screens, we’ll get nowhere. It doesn’t help that the Relics didn’t ever invent ‘the label’.” the rear admiral frowned. “As for the Singularity, it’s shield is strong enough to vaporize an entire fighter, not just the bombs. I don’t think the Halcyon is going to have too much trouble, and knowing you there are swarmers lining every edge.”

“I sure hope so. I heard it’s going to have about half the Warlord’s crew, I guess they needed more space for munitions, storage and fabricators. Earlier, when talking about the Warior, you mentioned a new class of destroyer, anything specific revealed about it, or is it still in too early stages of development?”

“Maybe the labels are simply worn out?” he offered a thought of hope, “There’s still a lot of the ship unexplored.”

“I put two cruiser berths on the Singularity, if you have anything similar on the Halcyon, yes, it’S going to need some space. And XD-5’s blueprints are almost complete. It is not a radical difference though, merely an evolution of the Meteor. As the development tag suggests, fifth one. The first three we never built, and even the Meteor is not perfect, I only nailed the full application of the design philosophy with the Singularity for the first time.” Astra explained. “Still no news on the fusion weapons. The concept is a promising upgrade to the standard plasma weapons we use, but it is still years from deployment, likely the Singularity will have to be deployed with the proven P-15s, to be replaced later. Good progress on the P-100 though. The dish projector is as stable as a barrel, albeit it takes twenty percent more power to operate. Still, unless I can figure out a way to store ammo in subspace, it will have two, three shots. Good enough to kill a biosphere of a planet, but the Lucifer?” she made a so-so hand gesture.

“No berths, but it will have its own strike craft production facility. As far as ammunition is concerned, I’m skeptical about the 16 meter coilguns they came up with for it. I gather the Comet’s power problems have been solved for both the Singularity and the new frigates?”

“Aye, the frigates are built to Curious and Studious class standards, with the upgraded power generation and distribution. Singularity was designed with power to spare. No point in underpowering that ship, size is not the issue. The less intrasystem jumps that ship has to make the better though. Even with dual drives, it will have to cool down two minutes on the third jump, and it’s better to cool both drives before the next set of jumps. How are the Halcyon’s drives predicted to hold? Any special measures you have taken?” Astra inquired.

“Boffins behind it assure us of four safe jumps, but we won’t know until we try for ourselves. I am quite skeptical of that claim. We might break a few things on the first trial runs, but if the first Guardian survived such treatment, so will the Halcyon. They’re using the same heatsinks as the Privateer, but scaled up, coupled with two-stage cooling. First they get the heat from engines into other, less important systems to cool the drives, then they worry about the non-critical things. That’s still proof of concept, I can’t wait to see in action. I just wish they could figure out a way to beef up the aft armoring. I am delighted it’s designed with shields from the scratch, but most of us are still used to a hard shell.”

“The sheer volume of armor should make it impervious even to a Demon. Have you received plans for the Active armor? That should give us some advantage against it’s heavy plasma cannons at least. It was quite frightening to find out that one of those could melt half a Guardian in a single shot…” The rear admiral hissed.

“Speaking of upgrades, you managed to get the strikecraft jump drive working, but there’s no space on the current fighters to mount it, correct? Have all ships been fitted with the launch gate at least? And what of new or upgraded models that could take advantage of it?” Lira pipped up.

“We have, and I believe the Halcyon will be equipped with it, though I don’t know whether it will be applied to the entire hull or just the weaker sections. No wonder the thing needs so much power output. And I can’t think of a weapon that can’t damage the Guardian, a sturdy toothpick could make a sizable hull breach. I admit our ships are defenseless against energy weapons.”

“We can’t fit the launch gates anywhere, though they are doing their best to fit the Partisans with them. If that doesn’t work, we are considering making mobile jump gates, but even minister Ertanax doesn’t seem to think that’s possible. Both the Trident and Maul bombers can be fitted with the jump drives, another argument for retiring the Corsairs. As for fighters, that’s a problem. But if they can fit it onto the Flail, and so far it looks promising, it will bury the Raiders. Marauders are mainly defensive fighters, so there’s not much incentive to even try. We’re glad we got shields working there, at the cost of a bit of fuel. What of the Muon, any upgrades to that? The Naris’ crew is very fond of that class since operation Clean Sweep.”

“Ah, yes. The Muons work quite well as they are, although with the smaller jump drive derived from the Ancient fighters and if we mount the carousel launch bays you employ, it might be possible to expand the secondary capacity at no cost to performance. I am also intrigued to see what the HYVEL cannon designed by the Relics is like and if it can be used to upgrade our own. If it could punch through Demon’s armor as well as the Lilith’s… I don’t need to tell you what priceless asset that would be.” Astra hinted.

“As for the fighters of our design, we are due for an interceptor upgrade, the Proton drone is starting to show age. The Positron was already redesigned, given a tracked understructure and carousel missile bays, making it have smaller silhouette both on or off the ground. No space for the jump drive either though, so that would likely require making a complete successor, or just using Narix designed fighters. The decision on that is still being made, but the ease of logistical support for combined fleets has a large pull.” Lira grunted, her inner patriot screaming, but the logical side of her seeing the merit.

“How are your support ships working? The support container for the Plunderer turned out to be a success. And because it’s an attachment to the ship, we don’t have to wait for the pod to be rearmed. The pilots just detach the empty one, grab a fresh one and head right back out. Now, all we have to do is boost the power output and put the jump drive in. By the looks of it, we won’t even need to reduce fuel or ammo capacity. Though its success might be for nought if we can’t sort that out. And we lost one of them to an electric fire. Whenever one goes down, it’s best to be far away.”

“We’ve taken a different approach. Rather than to create a competitive class, we made a supplemental one. Smaller ship that can get into hotter zones than the Plunderer can. It has magnetic delivery systems for secondary weapons, but it doesn’t carry any spare subsystems for the modular strikecraft. We fitted it with the fire foam dispensers to strengthen the damaged hulls though, for what it’s worth. It won’t supplement armor, but it will increase structural integrity.” Astra explained. “Ah, here we are.”

They walked into the Relic ship’s command center. It looked as strange as the rest of the ship, arranged in a circle around a raised platform. It looked similar to the layout the Faira were used to, albeit there was a clear structure and hierarchy built into the room, whereas the Faira command centers were flat. The Relics didn’t only use push buttons, but apparently flat screens as well. “Well, at least managing the controls should be easy.”

“Score 2:1, go flat screens.” Zorea chuckled, remembering the ambassador’s description of Astra’s expression when she first saw the screen cluster in the Alchemist’s negotiations room. “This is odd. I’d feel like an actor on a theater stage here. At least they thought to up railing around the podium. Falling off in the middle of a fight wouldn’t be good. Let’s just hope this ship’s not-so-mysterious-anymore mystery goo is not completely shot. Think this thing’s life support might be salvageable?”

“It’s completely dead. Not even a lightbulb. We need to get some power into the system before anything can be done here.” astra noted the lack of any electronic activity. “Bridge to Engineering, how are you looking down there?” Astra radioed to the other team she sent in.

“We are ready. The relic ship appears to be using fusion as secondary power generation, so it should be safe to hook up one of our own reactors. The primary though… I don’t even want to guess at what it’s based on.” The Master engineer form the warden reported back.

“Okay, hook up the cabling and start slowly charging the power grid. We’ll tell you when to lower the output to just sustainable levels. All we need now is control input, let’s not wake any other system, I’d hate to think what would happen if the internal defenses ran on automated AI.” Astra noted. “Admiral, Lord-Commander, this is going to take few days honestly, I’ll report to you once we have something.”

Narix National Newscast

Intact Relic ship discovered!
Mere hours ago, the duo Durable-Zenith, now widely known for coming up with the basics of Operation: Clean Sweep, the plan to weed out the remaining Ancient forces in the Terminus system, have discovered and intact Relic destroyer, now officially named the RD Hammerhead. Courtesy of lord-commander Zorea and Admiral Lira, we have been allowed access to this ship as soon as it was towed to the Terminus-Opportunity jump node. In addition to almost an hour of video footage, we’ve managed to catch a few personnel assigned to the project while they had a few free minutes.

Immediately upon entering the Hammerhead’s hangar, we came across lieutenant Mirai, commander of the ECR Durable.

Q: What state was the ship in when discovered, and what state is it in now? Roughly when will the science teams be able to start fully uncovering its mysteries?
A: The ship was merely towed to the node and the hangar and docking port reinforced. As for the latter, an alien ship this size? We could be talking years.

Q: Have you encountered anything that would indicate ani life form, alive or dead, on board? Should we worry about more Ancients, or can we hope to see a Relic?
A: We have encountered noone on board, although only a small part of the ship has been mapped as of yet. If the Beetle is any indication, any Ancients on board should have reacted already. As for Relics, it seems the ship was abandoned by them, at least judging by the lack of anything that flies in the hangar. The Marines are still looking though, it is possible that the Ancients would just be biding their time with the demise of the Demon rather than attacking directly.

Q: At this point, you were present in two very important events, and many people hold you and the Zenith partially responsible for the Demon’s destruction. Do you think there is a promotion waiting around the corner, and if so, where would you like it to take you?
A: If the Admiralty sees me fit for promotion, I will do what I can for my nation. But that is a question for them.

At this point, another major player, adept Galeia Auraxis of the Zenith, found her way into the hangar.

Q: Adept, last time you two went through a similar debris field, the Zenith suffered a few big scratches due to the lack of a shield. Has the Hammerhead been more kind to you, and could diverting resources to this ship impede the shielding refits of the First Fleet?
A: The durable offered to share the patrol route and they were able to extend their shield over both ships in hot areas. A shield system would be a welcome addition, but the Privateer class is built well enough it withstand deployment in an Oort cloud, and my crew is one of the best. As for the upgrade schedule, that is beyond my pay grade. When they call us, we’ll head to the shipyard, until then, we’ll make due.

Q: Similar question as for the lieutenant: Do you think there’s a promotion coming up, or at least a vacation?
A: It would not be unwelcome. Two years of patrolling systems we already seen is not amusing. I would like to stay for some time in open space without a ceiling.

Lastly, we scored sulfur. At the end of our excursion, we caught admiral Lira and lord-commander Zorea.

Q: Can you tell us who is going to lead this research project?
A (Admiral Lira): Preliminary search is being conducted by the crews form the Durable and Zenith, although they will be recalled shortly for a well deserved rest. Rear admiral Astra has been recalled from Naris to attend to the Hammerhead for the time being, and a sizeable science fleet is en route from Naris to render aid.

Q: With a force like that, surely no secret can stay hidden for too long. What will the research focus on. General Relic technology, getting the ship operational, or something else?
A (LCMD. Zorea): The main point of searching for an intact relic ship is to decipher it’s navigation systems and pull a node map form them. Fortune has smiled on us and we were able to find a ship which systems may well be operational, unlike those on the Beetle. We will of course conduct research on the rest of the ship, but those objectives are secondary. As for the ship itself, we would like to preserve it in operational status, albeit perhaps not for military deployment, as we do not understand it well enough yet.

Q: As superior officers of both of the commanders responsible for finding this ship AND coming up with the basic principle behind Operation: Clean Sweep, I imagine your sights are set on these crews. What does the future have in store for them?
A (Lira): They have been noticed, that is all I will say on the mater for now.
Q: Lord Commander?
Shaking of a head

Q: is it possible civilian science teams might be hired to assist on this project, or parts of it?
A (Zorea): It is possible, we will see how taxing this will be on the military personnel. The third fleet I imagine can not wait to sink their teeth into this one.

As we are currently embedded on the NSS Ira, we will continue to cover this research project as best as we can, and wish good luck to everyone working on it.
EFG Curious, being repaired at Faira’Karte

It has been some time since the Commander visited her ship. The refits were still undergoing, mostly because of a quick but large change in the design spec done after the recent engagements with the Ancients. Both the Studious as the only reconstructed ‘block B’ Comet class, and the Curious were classes in their own now, the former spotting improved reactors and one extra unit, along with double barreled P-5 turrets, and the latter with an entire modular section added over where the docking port and second P-15 used to be, the extra gun sacrificed for a hangar. Even now though a replacement class was being drafted, all but ensuring the two modified Comets would be the only examples of it’s class that would ever fly.

Reaching the break room on the Morale sector, she found the victim she was looking for, having not seen the man for a week once she was stuck with the engineers on the ‘Karte. “Good evening XO, how’s the ship?” she smiled at prefect Linsis.

Truth be told, he’d expected to be kicked out at Opportunity when the Curious limped back to the system along with the rest of the OEP personnel. Seeing the Faira work together on such a large scale was truly quite something. Since he had no engineering background, let alone knew anything about Faira technology, he’s been swamped in various logistics, requisitions and similar paperwork, had there been any paper involved. During this time, he gave the break room a new purpose, opposite of its name. Though working on Faira calendar meant shorter days and therefore sleep more often, the monotone nature of his work took its toll. It was for that reason he was glad for any diversion, and even the sight of the commander didn’t sour his day, though she certainly had her moments.

“Evening, sir.” he stood up with a salute, “It almost looks like it’s supposed to again, save for the modifications. Looks like they were busy back at Terminus without us. Have you had time to follow the news?”

“Enough bled through the paperwork to paint an image of complete insanity. That and few of our countrymen making a name for themselves. Lieutenant Caliri of the Enlightenment has been bumped to receive command of one of the corvettes to be attached to the Singularity once she’s finished. The Curious will need a new CO by then as well, although that might happen far sooner. I will probably be leaving to work on the Superdestroyer.” the Commander sighed.

“Enough about work though. I hear you ruined the break room for everyone with it so they have to party at command and control. Come on, you need a break too!” the commander said, pointing to the door, “You up for a game, or perhaps some news from the blackdocks?”

“I do take breaks, I’m just trying to find a better environment for when I am working. And I did what now? Didn’t realize sitting in the corner was so obstructive, they need only ask and I’d be on my way.”

“I was speaking figuratively, but even if, they do it out of respect for your personal space. You are nowadays responsible for their well being, and believe it or not, the crew took well to you. Aurigae is a good person, but she couldn’t make a decision if her life depended on it, much less everybody else's, the woman takes no risks which leaves her in a dead end. You took charge and made more or less the correct call after being here for a couple of hours. Thing like that impress people.” Astra said encouragingly.

“Now get off that bench, do you want me to show you what we came up with or not?!”

“That’s nice to hear. Truth be told, the phrase ‘cooking out of water’ doesn’t come even close to describing what that engagement was, but I’ll take the results. Just glad that wreck was there to provide cover.” the Narix launched himself to his feet. “Lead the way, and tell them to pick up all the bottles when they’re done.” the Narix grinned.

“Aaaaw, see? You know them so well already!” The commander grinned as she lead out of the breakroom, where one of the Stonemasons was juggling still full bottles and another one od Virgo’s squadron was showing off tricks with chips, all with an ‘about time’ face on them.

One visit to a transport room later, the commanders of the Curious were on a berth observation deck on the ‘Karte, with the Curious and Latanos sharing the two klik berth. “My poor ship. It grown a tumor.” Astra whined, seeing the unshapely hangar module.

“Have you seen the bottles adept-legionnaire Solaire was carrying? That stuff has hallucinogenic properties, don’t be surprised if some of them start reporting nonexistent targets tomorrow morning.” he chuckled. “Only if one of them were to drink an entire bottle in the matter of a dozen minutes on an empty stomach.” he quickly explained to clear up any possible misunderstanding.

“I thought that hangar was your design. Could have been worse, look what they’re doing to the Latanos.” he pointed to the hexagonal shield projectors. “It’s got a rash. With the general shape of the ship, you’d expect they’d have the common sense to make the projectors rounded. There’s an adage: ‘Do you know what happens when you quit the Fifth? You get your brain back.’ I think I now understand.”

“Hah! Good thing you’re here then!” Astra laughed. “An, well, you can only do so much with the armor technology the Curious uses and a hull designed for something entirely different. It is always better to integrate stuff from the beginning. As to why it is happening, well… The Vanguard is being turned form an exploration fleet into a full fledged combat evaluation. I mean, it makes sense, between us and the Explorer, Vanguard has the most combat hours logged.” she shrugged.

“Note the armor on the module though.” Astra said summoning a camera output window and zooming in over the viewscreen. “We developed our own version of the crystalline armor the unknowns used. It’s nowhere near as tough, but still an improvement. We’ve added a slat armor over it with an electric charge. None of ours use ion weapons, not even the Ancients do, but it could still help one day. We set the control system to default to negative charge to eliminate the charge of cations, which are somewhat more dangerous in plasma weapons than the electron part. In addition to that, jet vents for coolant have been installed along the plates, both to cool down and disrupt the incoming bolts.” she noted, encircling the small turret like vents on the ship.”

Linsis nodded in silence, the commander’s words passing right over his head. He knew the words and their individual meaning, but combined, they were just noise to him. Perhaps he should stick to his supply manifests.

“Funny thing, if the Curious had a hangar in the first place, the turret that hangar replaced might have still been there. The circle of life. How many craft can that hold?”

“It will fit about sixteen craft plus a Pillager. It’s no destroyer still, but you put in there eight superiority fighters, two tactical bombers and six heavy bombers and you can take on one if you’re on the attack. Defense… Well, better leave that to the Meteor. It will help tremendously with the scouting though, especially once we couple in the last piece of the puzzle. I’ve been pouring almost non-stop over the Ancient strike craft jump drive. So far I made one small enough to equip the hangar with a jumpgate so we can launch the fighters through FTL at least.” the commander explained.

“That should make the mapping of the nebula somewhat more bearable. Not for the pilots flying recon, but the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.”

“There aren’t going to be any pilots flying recon. One of the lightning bolts in the nebula would vaporize anything short of a cruiser, shielded at that. I don’t know how I feel about even the Guardians, and it’s a good thing the Fifth doesn’t have any Partisan, or it would have to stay behind, shield or not.” Astra frowned.

“Guardians are staying behind. We don’t expect to be ambushed by fighters or bombers in the Nebula, so Ascari is leaving them home. Not to mention those things are so small and their reactors so flimsy they don’t allow the mounting of shields. Though I overheard an engineer from the Fifth spewing fire and smoke at the task of mounting shields on the Privateers. Something about removing turrets.”

“They will stop bitching as soon as they get hit by the yearly output of their powerplant concentrated to a fraction of a second and live. If not, I will remotely power off their shields and then we’ll see how long they last.” the commander grunted, not liking her technology to be dissed in any way.

“Whoa, blue on blue. Their problem is the small size of the ship. They had to figure out a place to put the projectors, not to mention the extra power output. It’s worse because even the high ups don’t like it, seeing as the Privateer is our newest class. Has the Fifth been told what to expect, or did you not want to spoil the surprise for them?”

“They have been told alright. I don’t want blood on my hands. Or whatever charred remains of it are there among the cloud of plasma that used to be a ship. Normally we’d ferry those ships through under our shield, but since we are in need of fanning out…” the commander sighed. “Come, let’s hit the breakroom here. Those on military ships have nothing on the civilian fleet. I want to see how you improved your game since last time!” she said, referring to the Faira space combat simulator games.

“Eheh...” the prefect laughed uneasily, remembering the royal beating she referenced. “Although I did take breaks, most of them consisted of food and sleep. Sometimes mixed.” he shook his head to banish the memory of waking up over a half-eaten ration pack. “Best not hold out much hope.”

“Come on, don’t be an Ascari. I told you that I am soon leaving the Curious, and there’s no way i am leaving the Captain in charge. What reason could I possibly have for trying to drill ship movements into you?” Astra dropped as she lead to the game consoles. “Like it or not, you are the only other person available with hands-on experience commanding a frigate. Suck it up and learn, I’ll give it to you as an order in writing if you need.” Astra smirked as she launched the game, choosing the Ancient fleet to play.

“I’m not an Ascari, I can see over tables when I’m standing straight.” he took a shot at the primarch’s height, or lackthereof. “And I believe that would be the first time in our history someone’s been ordered by his superior officer to play, and our military has a few weird orders on record.” he took a seat, selecting the Faira fleet. “Is the humpback Comet already in, or is that just a sideline project?”

“Oh don’t you dare call it that!” Astra hissed, “Oi damn it! You’re just trying to distract me… and it’s working.” Astra huffed as she missed a few seconds on setting up her resourcing. “You have to research interspecies technology exchange first, then branch into the fighter line with any class, that unlocks the hangar refit for the comets, you can find it under the Curious class.” Astra noted, herself going first for capital ship building research, followed by bombers.

He decided to take the frigate branch of research for practice’s sake, though he was tempted by the Meteors. “What’s wrong with the name? I know: There is a jolly bunch of marines on board who would no doubt offer a plethora of fitting names. Especially now since they’ve ingested unknown amounts of several types of liquors.” he teased as the first corvettes and multirole fighters of his imaginary fleet formed around the resource operations.

Astra has meanwhile been busy sending her interceptors to peek on resourcing spots, and mining those still unoccupied, but close to Linsis’ base rather than her own, her fighters keeping an eye out for any scouts and her single Demon hanging back. She didn’t bother with advancing to the Superdestroyer branch yet.

Creepy crawlies started popping up around his mining ops as the sensor range of his fleet increased with each expansion to new resource sources. Finally, a pair of cruisers with the oracle upgrade enabled were complete and set out, charting the playable area, each with a wing of fighter drones attached to its hull. A lone Pulsar with eight drones of its own lay in wait to the side, away from the main forces. Eight more minutes and the research necessary for the frigates would be done, but a lot could still happen between that and the first frigate’s arrival.

Astra was playing a dangerous game, but she wondered how Linsis would adapt. Her scouts have no doubt been detected by now, but she dared to send them closer to see what kind of defenses his resourcing operation had. Then she pulled everything out courtesy of the jump capable strike craft, and sent a large force of fighters into the sensor range of the Narix’s civilian fleet, feigning an attack run on the harbor ship.

That was indeed a lot of fighters, which could mean the commander neglected large capital ships. He scrambled the defenses of a half-spent resource op, a fighterless Pulsar and Nebula, and jumped them in range behind the strikeforce using the Nebula’s drive, putting them between the commander’s fighters and his harbor ship. Finally, one of his scout cruisers reported a large contact, but disappeared from the map before it could be further identified. He set both the backup Pulsar and his Meteor to aggressive behavior, waiting for the commander’s reaction to the two ships in her fighters’ back yard.

A flash of metal smile came from the other side of the table as a duet of Liliths jumped upon the unprotected Nebula and Pulsar, while a Moloch jumped to the resourcing operation. Astra tasked the Fighters with disabling and disarming the Faira ships. With their numbers it shouldn’t take long for the two ships to be dead in space, but if push came to shove, the Liliths would finish them off quickly unless the XO had something up his sleeve. Astra was trying to bait Linsis strike craft away.

And there was the catch. Using the Pulsar’s jump drive, he moved the two ships behind the Liliths, setting the pulsar’s torpedos and largest turrets to target the Liliths’ engines while the Nebula, reinforced by the Pulsar and it’s eight drones he originally held in reserve to aid the oracle cruisers, bit into the fighters. He left the resource op to its own devices, the reason for choosing that one was its near-depletion. Its fighter complement should tie up the Moloch for a minute or two. Neither of their two destroyers have so far been deployed, but to his knowledge, the Demon was outclassed by even the unupgraded Meteor in firepower. The remaining cruiser has not found anything new and now lingered close to where the large contact was reported by its unlucky brother.

The ruse worked, mostly. Astra tasked the Moloch to ignore the few pesky fighters that were doing sum zilch to it and focused on the economic vessels. Even if the fighters disabled the moloch (their weapons could do little more), it would repair over time. Just replenishing the resourcing ships would take five minutes of build time. It would be a loss anyway, either he didn’t build bombers or capital ships for five minutes, giving Astra a head start even with her bomber research, or he would not replenish his economy and she would bleed him dry in the long run. Speaking of which, her last heavy bomber wing has finished building.

Abandoning the liliths to their fate, she waited half a minute later for one of her resource drops to have the resources for the jump she was about to execute. She started with jumping all of the fighters form the fight straight to the Meteor in two groups, sicing them onto the P-15 turrets. In the same thought, she carefully placed the jump of the heavy bombers, setting them to appear inside the Meteor’s shield for a quick delivery. Somebody was going to get hurt.

Letting the engagement with the Liliths to play out as it would, he turned his attention to where the oracle cruiser perished. Grabbing the two freshly arrived Comets, he set them to jump to the large contact’s last known location. He then set the Meteor to jump some distance away from them, on the other side of the presumed Demon. As the resources for the jump arrived, a sneak attack at the Meteor took place. Aided by the Comets, it should hold against the Demon even with a few dents. Though jumping the Meteor would leave another resource op, this one slightly bigger, open to attack with just two Nebulas and the ships that were fighting the Liliths to defend it, once they were finished. Screw it, they’ll be done soon enough, he thought and jumped the Meteor.

The one redeeming quality of an awful design like the Demon was that there was no safe approach. Even from behind it’s missiles and a couple of heavy plasma cannons could still reach you. Not as good a layout as a Meteor or anything else the Faira built, but with the insanity it called armor, it made it work. The fighters have managed to disable one of the P-15 turrets and some of the bombs have landed, directly on the hull courtesy of Astra’s precision jumping. Speaking of which, she needed to do that again, her budget taking a bit of a hit with that jump. She tasked the Fighters with protecting the Demon just in case Lindus had enough resource points to launch a torpedo strike, and routed the bombers to go for the other P-15.

It was still there, and right between the Meteor and the Comets. Perhaps gods existed after all? Shame the torpedoes did not fit into the budget. At least Astra’s fighters left the resource op alone. If he could keep the Meteor alive long enough, that would cost her. Unfortunately, she had a nasty habit of bypassing the ship’s shield. Time to see what the fighter AI of the simulator could do. Ordering the capital ships to engage the Demon, the fighter drones began mixing it up with the cheeky bombers. Good thing they weren’t the monsters the Explorer cooked up. If only did the Faira ships have a reasonable amount of point defense turrets. Where was a Warlord when you needed one?

Having finished the two Liliths, in spite of losing the Nebula, the battered Pulsars could still be used. Another thing that needed resources. More ships, or torpedoes? It had to be torpedoes, two Pulsars couldn’t do much against that thing. It was just the matter of keeping the Meteor armed and waiting for the resources. Close, but not quite there yet.

“Come on, come on, COME ON!” Astra growled as she watched the demon’s build bar rise, but the health bar drop. When the demon dropped to 25%, another demon finished building, jumping alongside the battered one, Astra’s production finally catching up with Linsis’.

“Death and taxes, now what?” he hissed at the game sound of a new contact. “Well, there certainly have been better developments in the history of warfare.” The Comets kept pelting the dying Demon and the meteor was, almost miraculously, still operational, albeit the bombers have taken their toll on it. So this is what her resources have been going into. The first Demon was about to fall and he turned the Meteor to shorten the flight path of the torpedoes. Just a little kiss on the cheek and they would be ready. Firing the torpedoes would leave him with empty pockets, but once they were launched, the newly arrived Demon would have a bad time.

“You know what the problem with torpedoes is? Flight time.” Astra said as both her demons were swallowed by subspace windows before the torpedoes crossed the distance. The two ships materialized back in he rbase, where a repair transport was waiting for them. Five minutes Linsis had to find them to finish them off before the first demon was up to full strength. Astra was ahead of resources still, but right now she would have traded that for a few fighters right now. The demons were starting to spew up more interceptors, but now it was down to dumb luck on how fast Linsis could find her. And she still had two minutes on the superdestroyer research, not to mention the actual build time for a Lucifer. One of the demons had to live, she set her goal. “Any word from home? What’s the mood there? The civ fleet is getting sort of restless with all the ships coming to the Nebula, and with being basically on the front line should there be a way through.” she asked, hoping to distract the Narix from focusing on the game.

Fortunately, one of the oracle cruisers was still around, even though it was limited to travelling through real space. And he had a decent idea of where the ships would NOT be - neither of his three remaining resource ops nor the harbor ship could see the two destroyers and any escorts they might have had. Between the Comets, the Meteor, the oracle ship and the two Pulsars, finding them would be rather quick.

“No idea, haven’t heard from there.” he replied to the commander’s inquiry mechanically. “Last I heard, construction of the mother of manned missiles was going smoothly.” he tried whether another verbal attack at Faira ships would provoke a reaction from the commander.

“You mean the greatest thing to leave a berth since the Meteor, thank you?” Astra smirked, “We seem to bi killing the Ancients well enough - on or off the sim, but there’s the big question. Do they have more of these?” she cheekily shown her panel as she queued up a production of the Lucifer. She knew she was revealing her hand, but the chance to snap a picture of the Prefect’s surprised face was worth tossing the game. “One I think the Singularity can deal with. If they have more, well… It’s been a pleasure serving with you.”

“Don’t think the primarch would agree, but you can’t win with the southerners.” his face remained expressionless, as he’s already accepted defeat when the second Demon showed up. “On the offense, the MOM might work, but what will you do when it takes a hit?” he hinted at it’s cast hull. “Ask the Nightmares to kindly take half a decade off so you can build a new one or patch up the one you have? Or when the enemy is behind it?” he snorted. “Mind jumping can only get you so far.” The whole time, the area where the destroyers could be hiding grew smaller and smaller until…

Hostile contact identified

There they were. Why the commander keep them both where they were instead of letting one get fixed and using the other one to harass his units to make him waste further resources? Maybe she was low herself, all being funneled into the superdestroyer? The damage done was at about 60%. His ships could reach them in time, but which one was producing the bloody Lucifer? Reason commanded it be the newer one, but that’s what everyone would think. But the damaged one was an easier target. Fifty-fifty. He set his ships to attack the undamaged ship, ordering a single Pulsar to disable the damaged one.

There it was. The timer on the Demon’s jump drive was still ticking, thirty seconds left. That meant that when she made her jump, she would have about fourteen and a half seconds to slag Linsis’ production with whatever she had left. The healthier demon was packed with all of the fighters she managed to produce, and the one being repaired was positioned to be the first one hit. It annoyed her a little when most ships overlooked the damaged ship and went straight for the good one, the Comets chewing a bit off of it’s health pool, while the crippled meteor could sit back and plink until it’s turrets repaired. What she found amusing was one pulsar trying in vain to disable the older ship - Linsis apparently didn’t notice the small transport still working on it, undermining the corvette’s effort. The newer demon dropped to 70% integrity when it’s drive charged. Astra crossed her fingers and jumped it to the last known location of Linsis’ civilian fleet, leaving the older demon on site to draw the AI’s fire.

For some reason the older Demon refused to yield. Zooming closer to it,Linsis’ face sunk into his palm. “Oh for fuck’s sake, really?” It was then the second Demon jumped, planting itself in the middle of the civilian fleet.

“Tell me, commander, if this battle took place today, how many Faira would’ve been left at its conclusion?” he asked as the harbor ship’s health bar sped towards zero.

“Not as many as I’d like, about as many as could be expected. Game wise, you need to protect your rear slightly little more. Tactics wise, I see improvement though, playing around is not without it’s worth it seems. You’re using your ships well within their design parameters, although you are on the conservative side. If you switched your Meteor to siege mode when you jumped my first destroyer, the game would have ended right there and then. You might have lost the meteor as well to the bomber strike, but, within our knowledge, the ancients’ destroyers count as win conditions, until we see a planet or a city ship of theirs.” Astra said, rubbing her temples, “I was worried form that moment on, you had me on a run and I got by only because you kept the civvies alone. On real deployment, I would compare that to leaving a node behind you without a watch or downright blockade. You would have been cut off from your supply lines.” she said as her old demon finally fell, but along with Linsis’ production ship.

“In real life, jumping a ship doesn’t cost arbitrary resources and a transport craft cannot regenerate a ship’s engines as they are pelted by a corvette either. But still, a loss is a loss.”

“Well, I agree on the engines, though mind this is a civilian issue simulation. On the resources… does it not though? It costs power, that doesn’t magically appear from nowhere. Different resource, but a resource still. Well then… rematch?”
ED Explorer, Terminus system

“I think we’re done!” Casei hollered form the bay she was occupying, shutting down the paintbrush and looking over her work. Since the formation of the alliance, the OEP on the Explorer has grown a few heads, mostly Narix pilots and engineers. It was then that the two groups started an unofficial arms’n’tech race, each using the combined technological base to develop prototypes of each class of strikecraft, interceptor, superiority and heavy fighters, as well as tactical and strategic bombers. And Casei and her engineers have just finished work on the last one.

Walking out of the walled off rack, she looked on the visualizations of the Faira designs and couldn’t wait to see what the pilots could do with them.

“Almost done.” Lindus hollered over the paintbrush. “And finished.” he came out of his evil genius’ workshop. “Might have to refill your paint stores, there’s a reason we’re not allowed to customize our ships too much.”

Since the alliance was formed, tensions dissipated and tech sharing fully started, the Explorer’s hangars looked someone let children run a candy factory, much to the dismay of the engineers swamped by requests and wishes of the pilots. Now, he stood among five strike craft, weird bastard children of Narix and Faira, all five of them. He’s just finished painting the heavy fighter.

“Well, shall we go all at once, or one by one to get the tension up? Should there be betting?” Casei grinned wildly.

“What have you to bet? Last I checked, you still don’t have a currency of your own, your food’s bloody awful, and I still don’t understand your playing cards.” Lindus returned fire with a toothy grin of his own. “Unless the Meteors come equipped with a stash of edible livestock no one told me about?”

“You can take me to see your home and I’ll whack a few of the colossal monsters you eat for you!” Casei challenged. “So, shall we ascend the weight scale then?”

“What’s colossal about waist height? But now that you bring up home, I do need a new fence around a property I bought last year. It’s just 900 meters of corrugated steel and razor wire. Sure, interceptors first. It’s your ship, let’s see what you’ve come up with.”

Smirking and tapping the controls on the first rack, the door slid to the floor and a hydraulic arm extended forward a craft that would have been a bit similar to the standard Faira fighter drone, only a bit elongated and with a bit more armor on. “Yeah, this one is a win for you in sophistication no doubt, I don’t even need to see it, but this thing costs nothing to build, can be built in two hours from raw material, and what better way to escort a large ship and shoot down bombs than having many, many of them?” Casei explained her thinking behind the design. The entire thing was compactly packed, and yet still modular enough to be serviced by the support ships. It had fixed mounts, but was agile enough to target even the smallest and dodgiest of missiles.

“And you expect me to cry out in joy at the mention of the ship being buildable in two hours and its strength being numerical superiority?” Iris half chuckled. “While I see the point, your description of the ship certainly doesn’t inspire confidence. Perhaps this role would be best left to the drones?”

“I’ll be honest, I have an AI capsule in it rather than the cockpit variant.” Casei smirked knowingly.

“We’ve come up with this.” the rack opened, revealing a small fighter with a joined wing at the back. “Wing is there for mounting ordnance and heat radiation. Big engine in the back for accelerating, RCS in every direction for maneuvering, translation and precise movement, such as docking. Cockpit in the middle, with the front housing most avionics as well as four fixed weapon hardpoints, accessed by these hinged panels.” He pointed out a marked panel beside two large holes near the nose. “Life support is integrated into the pounchout capsule, main drive and power core are joined in a sort of a power pack. Little back heavy.” he finished.

“It looks like… a sports shuttle.” Casei smirked, “Don’t get me wrong, I want one, just not for getting shot at. The wing doesn’t seem to be too structurally sound under fire though.”

“In a way, it is. We built it for speed and maneuverability. The wing lived through some small calibre fire, AP munitions and two or three plasma bolts from your drones, but disintegrated when hit with a 75 mm. No wonder, those are meant for bombers and turrets.”

“We tried to go for internal hardpoints, but we’re still getting our bearings straight with your reactors, they take up more space than we’re used to.” one of the Narix engineers explained, “Also, heat management was a problem, hence the wing. Hardpoints were an afterthought and could be changed.”

“I solved the heat by using a small reactor and a large battery.” Casei smirked at the cheekiness of her solution, “I thought, Interceptor’s combat deployment is only about thirty minutes anyway, but even then, it can last on the battery for forty. And then, the battery is a module like all other subsystems. Just dock with the mothership or a support ship, swap in ten seconds, go go go.”

The engineer nudged Iris in the ribs. “There’s a method to her madness.” the Narix shared a chuckle. “It would reduce mass a bit as well, but the drive is still a beast, even at half burn. Perhaps we can try that with the next prototype and see where that takes us. Shall we move on?”

“Enter, number two. Dedicated space superiority fighter is a new thing to us, so don’t spare any criticisms.” The fighter was larger, with a small profile from the front and sides and boasted four full engines, two facing back and two forward. “More power for the reverse thrusters granting it better maneuverability along the Y axis as well as shorter braking distance. Cockpit roughly between the reverse thrusters, followed by the reactor and engine assemblies. Again, liftless wings to aid in cooling it down, with a variable tilt so it doesn’t take up as much space when stored. Three pivoting primary hardpoints, one internal missile bay on the bottom. As with the previous ship, life support is part of the punchout capsule as they share the same module. Avionics in the front, fuel wherever we could fit it, granting it long flight time. Missile bay can be removed and replaced with additional fuel or a sensor pod for recon.”

“Superiority is the middle way to go, something you would give a rookie to learn, and something a veteran would pick if intel was hazy. I would have put a dual secondary weapons system on it myself, this means that if you want a sensor pod, you can’t get missiles. I don’t know how to feel about that. How did you solve maneuverability, and how many degrees of freedom does it have?” the faira engineer inquired.

“The ship carries its own sensor suite, the additional pod is a poor man’s AWACS or long-range recon. With the pod, it can also function as a dedicated electronic warfare ship. Also, none of your current fighters have missiles, so I’d still call it an upgrade. It can move in six directions and rotate along three axes using maneuvering thrusters, is that what you’re asking?”

“Yes, full range then, good. How fast can it accelerate with the thrusters, is it docking speed, or can it be used, say, to dodge?” The Faira asked, hinting a little at what her design would contain. She spared the remark about an upgrade no thought, they were told to build the best machine they could come up with, and so she did.

“Dodge what and at what range? Nothing with a pilot in it is outmaneuvering a missile. Main drives are of course enough to get you out of trouble, the maneuvering thrusters will do about 4 m/s2.”

“Dodge what you have that will leave you the smallest reaction time at optimal range. My turn.” the Faira grinned, revealing their fighter. It was a slim thing still, albeit larger in height than the Narix counterpart. The cockpit was sunk back, with four engine pods in a plus arrangement extended forward, each sporting a ball mounted thruster that could point in any direction. On the X-line of symmetry were four smaller missile banks, with the guns mounted on the same planes but closer to the center axis. “My thinking was, if you can accelerate the same amount in any direction, you could dodge most incoming fire without needing to turn so much that you would lose target lock. That reacquisition could cost you up to three seconds. Other than that, we went for maneuverability over integrity still, focusing mainly on primary gun fire.”

“What was it you’ve said on day one? Something about thrust vectoring being unnecessary?” Lindus said, pointing at the thrusters. “Easier to hit, too. Heat management and ordnance?”

“It is unnecessary when coupled with other means of reorientation. This design relies on the thrust vectoring to do everything. Ordnance is tailored to anti-fighter role, but secondaries can catch an interceptor after some training and primaries have enough punch to kill a heavy. Heat management has been balanced carefully though, we’ll have to see how an actual flight test will do. Might need to enlarge the sinks a little, they are on the back.” Casei pointed to two fins sticking out of the rear. “There is a LN2 tank for short bursts of overcooling.”

“Like the armament. The nozzles may be a little problematic for deck crews, but we’ll see. Move on to your heavy fighter?”

Casei looked at her engineers proudly and with a big shit eating grin, and the engineers grinned right back. “Oh well…” The door slid down and revealed what initially looked like an enlarged version of the interceptor in general shape. On second look, one would notice two small scale torpedo banks on the rear, albeit they looked like they were facing sideways rather than forward. There was one smaller bank under the nose for conventional rockets, and the thing had eight primary mounts, four on the sides of the nose, and four in two pivoting pods to the side. The thing was clad in heavy armor on top of a shield, that when looking on the number of emitters was geared to be very powerful in the front quadrant. The most bizzare thing was a large superstructure underslung under the fighter. All in all, the thing looked hideous, but menacing.

“What?” someone uttered.

“There’s a lot of stuff going on here. And what’s the scaffolding beneath it? An OTH radar?”

“Show them!”

Casei was happy to oblige. Tapping the controls, the fighter came to life. The superstructure beneath unfolded into a set of reverse-bent legs, the pivoting pods extended out a little and the torpedo tubes hinged to face forward, turning the fighter into a mech. Before she said anything, Casei wanted to see the look on the Narix faces.

“Someone get a dictionary and explain what a fighter is. Of what use is this going to be, really? It’s complicated and serves little purpose than perhaps a tech demonstrator. Even if you get it planetside, these vehicles are horribly unstable, we’ve tried. As for space, just dead mass.”

“Oh, believe me, we simulated against everything you have, and against everything we have come up with, and this thing always came on top if used properly. We’ve designed a special missile for the pods, we’re calling it the longbow. It outranges anything you supplied twice. In the initial salvo, one wing of these can wipe out two squadrons or disarm an unshielded cruiser. The two pods act as turrets in fighter mode, giving you more survivability if you are outnumbered and your two is busy. Finally, eight primary mounts will strip off an Ancient fighter’s shield in one or two hits.” Casei boasted, “And trust me, I’ve seen your exo suits before you met us. No wonder you couldn’t hack it. Watch.” she said as she climbed into the cockpit, running the mech mode strikecraft around at reasonable speed, making it jump off of a few walls and jet over a distance quickly. “Couple this with a re-entry level frontal quadrant shield, and you have something that can fight on the frontline in any area, and all of them at once. Situation on the ground going bad? Nevermind, just reroute some fighters form the orbit to support the troops. They can even do their own CAS if piloted by a psychokinetic trained for it.”

“And they’re done for once something hits a leg. Or you run into bad terrain. That’s the reason we didn’t field any walkers in the end, even the quadrupedal ones, along with the aforementioned complexity. Plus they make a big target for any schmuck with a PAVS, although the shield changes that to some extent. At least this seems to be easy to control.”

“And by your own admission, they require a special type of missile you have to supply or produce on-site. Removing that missile also removes one of the apparent major selling points. Its simulated effectivity also depends on your use of our equipment, specifically your correct use of it. And on the subject of reentry-level shield - can it then get back up on its own and have enough fuel left to still be useful?”

“As for rerouting fighters from orbit, normal fighters can do that as well, and...” the engineer paused, “...who was it that said something along the lines of ‘I wouldn’t bother with atmospheric capability’?” He snapped his fingers. “Right, you.” The engineer was not fond of agreeing upon design guidelines and than breaking them without changing the specs. “Even the Halberd, the space superiority ship, could be easily modified to fly in the atmosphere, just switch the liftless wings for ones producing lift, add control surfaces and modify the flight control software that is already in place to aid with stability. Same goes for both of our bombers.”

“Well, the Positron actually isn’t atmosphere capable, it wouldn’t turn, just fly straight, preferably straight up. As for hitting legs, you can make the same argument for tank tracks or just about anything really. If you hit something enough times it will fail. Missiles we didn’T use previously because it wasn’t cost effective, but with mining operations beginning in earnest in Opportunity, that ban has been lifted. Or should be, any day now. And regarding the fuel, while in atmo, it can plasmatize the atmosphere, see the intakes here, so the return to orbit is actually quite efficient on planets we would be likely to deploy it to.” Casei explained, berthing the fighter, “Speaking of bombers… your heavy first.”

“You got me with plasmathising the atmosphere. The biggest difference between tracks and legs are: one - tracks are smaller and two - the tank will not fall down, maiming the pilot. Right, heavy.”

“Enter, the Flail.” The open rack revealed the ugliest thing that, to Narix knowledge, ever left a production line. Words failed to describe the general shape, with six primary hardpoints and three secondary bays and four primary engines. “Two secondary banks up top, one bottom. Four main drives, two reverse thrusters and enough armor to put the Guardian to shame. Excess power allows for a shield, meant to boost the front for attacks or back for running. Follows the same internal layout as the previous ones. No atmosphere for this one, no matter how hard you try. Translation along Y and Z axes facilitated by thrusters, although it is a bit sluggish. Rotation is handled by gyros.”

“Hm… okay.” Casei passed it off. ‘Bland’ was what she said, and everybody knew it. “Now, we didn’t have any prior experience with bombers, so bear with us.” she said, revealing the first of the Faira strikecraft. There was a long, thin, and distinctly secondary deficient thing to be called a bomber by the Narix frame of mind. In the rear though were powerful engines, and the thing had a hard-built massive hypervelocity kinetic cannon, and a snub-nosed version of it mounted in a turret. “It doesn’t carry many torpedoes, but is extremely fast. Armed with a variety we developed for attacking systems of a capital ship, and a cannon that could punch through the lilith’s armor and completely wreck it with one mag, we feel it fits the role, what do you think?”

“Hard to hit and hard hitting. I’ll have eight.” one bomber pilot commented. “Just one pilot?”

“How does that keep the temperature down? Small core and batteries again?”

“One pilot, one turret aiming AI. Cue the booing.” Casei snorted. “And no, actually. The drive is laced with cooling lines that use phase-changing coolant, and it recuperates part of the heat in a turbine. Then, there is again a phase changing heat capacitor for afterburner, which can either be cooled down over time, or simply ejected. We do not expect the heat to build up too much though. This thing is equipped with two jump capacitors, eliminating the need for a recharge. You jump in, gauge the situation, perform the attack run if you deem it possible, and jump out. You will need to rearm anyway, might as well land on the destroyer for that and let another wing take their shot.”

“Jokes on you, because we messed with AIs as well.” the rack opened, revealing the Narix light bomber. The craft had a twin-tailed hull, again featuring liftless surfaces to radiate heat and main drives in two directions. “And this thing looks like it may come to a relative halt within our lifetime, too. Single primary hardpoint, two revolving torpedo bays, two turrets, one dorsal, one ventral, usually controlled by an AI. Again shielded and relatively easy to refit for atmosphere. Two crewmen, both have full control over the ship and the turrets, allowing them to spread workload. One flies the ship, the other manages shields and countermeasures, leaving the AI to man the guns. No jump drive, sadly, didn’t fit even with a single crew setup. Wings fold backwards to save space in hangars. Turret weapons interchangable, of course.”

“It looks fightery still.” Casei noted, “I am not sure how I feel about tactical bomber that is not jump capable. They need to be highly mobile in my head to be deployed quickly when a tactical advantage presents itself. Alright, go with the big beast.”

“This one has eaten too much, so it got a little fat.” The rack opened, light falling upon the smooth hull with two massive engines in the back. "Flying wing design, two crew members, subspace motivators, three safe jumps, four seconds charging time, 20, 50 and 80 seconds for complete cooldown respectively. Possibly could jump four, even five times, but we won’t know what sort of damage that will do until we find a pilot braindead enough to try. We expect melting components and cables, leading to loss of systems and power spikes. Four revolving banks, 12 torpedoes each, two turrets at the wingtips, again AI controlled, 220 degrees pivot main drives, that’s 110 up and 110 down. Maneuvering with gyros. Ship this size, shield goes without saying."

“You were saying about vectored thrust?” Casei smirked. “Well, the design is pretty i’ll give you that, but I like this better.” she said and revealed her own brainchild. It was a conventional Faira layout of a hull with rear engine pylons, and around it were wrapped modular torpedo bays. The bomber had no primary guns, but four defensive turrets facing each to one side, and one in the rear. “The beauty is not with any aspect of the craft you would usually consider, but with it’s fire control system. This thing is capable of swarm-firing all of it’S ordnance within two seconds, guiding it up to five targets in a full sphere around it. We have even designed special munitions taking advantage of the feature, having smaller, more numerous torpedos where they arrive time on target in groups aimed to the same spot. That way, you basically intercept a fraction of a single big warhead if you only shoot down some of them, and the sheer number should in theory overwhelm the point defenses and escorting fighters.”

“Unless the defense system works on a canister-shell basis, in which case anything short of a plasma or laser-based weapon will fail. Also, why is the craft responsible for guiding the munitions? Wouldn’t it be better to have the craft designate a target and feed it into the torpedo’s guidance system, therefore allowing for as many targets as you have ordnance left?”

“Frankly, the size of the warhead. By removing an internal guidance system form the torpedoes and deleagating them to the fighter, we have made half sized torpedoes with three quarters of the punch. We calculated that none of the nightmare ships we encountered so far save for the superdestroyer could survive an attack by a wing of these, with no losses on the bombers’ part because they deploy all of their munitions quickly and jump out as soon as the salvo hits. Of course, they have to stay to guide the missiles through, but considering a conventionally firing torpedoes would only fire four at a time from this thing, then they would have to wait for several dozens of seconds for another to fire, the total deployment time is still lower.” the engineer explained the theory.

“In theory, nice, but have taken fighters and AA fire into account? And with every lost bomber, that’s a lot of ordnance that is not going to hit the targets. Perhaps they could cooperate with larger ships or even fighters to designate their targets? It’s not going to save the pilots, but it’s a step to ensure a hit.”

“We have. Just like the Positron, the forward shield is augmented, and the same energy allocation macro as we use on the Comet class frigates have been added to the systems, allowing for quick power reallocation in need, only with this thing not being underpowered in the first place. Furthermore, with the high volume of fire, even counting on interception because of longer flight time, enough ordnance should make it through, if we are talking about Nightmare ships. Against yours, well, I do not want to guess which of the missiles would be more agile, but I imagine the defending one would be at advantage. And our PDS is laser based, so depending on the ship and the number of it’s turrets.”

“Well, cards are on the table. Someone put the pilots on a leash. Do we torment the poor souls further and go get some rest, or do we move straight to test flights?”
Opporunity II Orbit, Faira’Hexus, two days later

Libra has been at a screen for the last two days, going over the many suggestions on how an alliance between their species would look like. The facts were that while their military contingents seemed to work well with each other, fond of it even, the civilians were an unknown. The Faira had little information about how they went presented on Naris prime.

It was that what shaped her thoughts on the alliance and how it should work. It would require some changes to the structure of their society, but they would be worth it in the end. Now though, she was interested what the other side came up with, as she impatiently waited for a transport from the Alchemist.

When the airlock opened, a quartet of Narix, exited, if a little bleary-eyed, entered the ‘Hexus. In the weeks she’s spent at Opportunity, the layout of the ship was firmly engraved into Runa’s memory and they found the meeting room with little effort. She remembered the day she first set foot into the room, full of barely masked uncertainty at the prospect of being alone on an alien ship. It almost seemed like a lifetime ago.

“Good morning, rear admiral. Please excuse the delay, technical issues with a maneuvering thruster.” she greeted as she took her seat, setting her tablet that contained whatever she might need in front of her. “Lord-commander Zorea’s troops treating you well?” She was initially a little frightened at the thought of four Warlord-class destroyers and their battlegroups, headed by the Ira herself, present at a system that was designated as military-free as possible in the first peace treaty.

“Greetings. I have actually had little contact with the world outside my quarters in the last two days, I imagine it was much the same to you.” the faira shared, rubbing her forehead. “Please, pick a seat, Admiral Lira should arrive shortly.” she noted, looking like she needed a recharge.

“Yes, I think I’m going to sleep in my office for the next few days, my quarters have become a little stale in the past day and a half.” she noted the rear admiral’s appearance. This would be a productive day. Fortunately, not everything looked as bad as they did, as the Faira oracles got an all-clear to survey Naris for a node, aided by the NSS Privateer, the construction of the Singularity was going along nicely and with the alliance being negotiated, the council was already clearing more workers to be deployed to that project. Unbeknownst to anyone but minister Ertanax, several shipwrights were contacted by the council to draft a Narix design of similar function to see where that would go.

“I hope at least the admiral got some rest.” minister Ertanax more or less collapsed onto his chair, “This can’t be healthy for either of our species.”

“If this all works, than at least in the military there might be a couple of redundant officers so that I could take a leave for the ‘Dea for a while. I would like to get out of this frozen coffin and warm up on a sundeck.” Libra agreed readily. “I do not suppose it would be too inviting given our homeworld is a city ship, but if you need a vacation, you are most likely free to visit after today.”

Lira chose that moment to arrive, wearing her uniform. Unlike the exo suits, it seemed to be a blue and grey dress uniform with red ranking insignia and golden wire embellishments. “Greetings, sorry for the delay, we’ve had a problem with the jump drive.”

“This is shaping up to be quite quite the day.” Ertanax noted grimly.

“No need to apologise, admiral. Some things are beyond control. Shall we begin?” Runa woke her tablet, displaying the footnotes of what the Narix wanted to go through, briefly reading through them and drawing a deep breath.

“No doubt you are aware the problem at hand is twofold. Fortunately, it would appear our militaries work well together, something made much easier by the OEP, so cooperation and any level of integration shouldn’t be difficult to organise. As a civilian with nought but civic guard experience, i will defer to minister Nebiros when it comes to that. The more troublesome side would be everything else. Worried they might be perceived as misusing their power and not reelected, the councilors commissioned a survey of opinion among our people.” She displayed the results on her tablet and handed it to Libra.

“As you can see, in the face of the Nightmare threat, an overwhelming majority of our people thought an alliance is the best course of action, with around 48 percent agreeing this federation of sorts should last even after this threat subsides. The problem with democracy is that any idiot has to be heard, and you have do doubt noticed the 4 percent that wish to do away with your species. Fortunately, that number is much lower than I had feared, therefore ay threat of extremism can be managed. That means two things: One, this alliance has the support of around three quarters of our population, meaning there is now nothing stopping us from seeing it through, and two, the majority of that final quarter is indifferent, which gives us time to sway their opinion. The four percent are insignificant and thus can be ignored for now.”

“For obvious reasons, we were initially skeptical of your idea of unification.” Minister Kandros took over. “When Narix hear ‘union’, we think of complete integration. That being said, our side would like to propose a sort of federation, where both our species’ governing bodies remain independent in governing our respective peoples and home systems, but would decide as one ruling body on matters of other systems and military. That would also entail joint research and development, exploration, as we’ve seen that can work, and exchange of knowledge and information. Given time, maybe even unrestricted travel to our homeworlds, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves too much.” he finished, eager to hear what the Faira had to say.

The Faira looked at the Narix delegation in bewilderment. “A four percent would do what? Is there a brain present in those individuals? This can not be ignored, I’m sorry, with your system who’s to say the next elections will not be dominated by them? This needs solutions, people!” Lira demanded.

“Unless said federation includes free travel of people, that system will not work in my book. You run into the same problem we had when Opportunity and the systems beyond were concerned. We do not even have laws as you understand them, would any Narix wanting to settle or even cross enlist in our military? Surely not.” Libra put that thought to rest.

“After much deliberation, I can only suggest that we merge our militaries. Given that for us that is synonymous with our state, it solves the civilian issue from our end. You would however have to allow us to enforce your laws upon your people much like your own forces would. In return, we are prepared to give you overall command of such joint force, you have more experience managing massive fleets than us in any event.”

“Four percent claim to want that. That doesn’t meant they would do it themselves nor does it mean they would actually have someone else do it. And although elections dominated by people like that are certainly possible, I can’t imagine what manner of terrible things would have to happen for that to be the case. I cannot imagine how four percent of witless hicks from Longus Mons or some other armpit of the universe could grow to be the majority.” Nebiros cimed in. “Sixteen percent of our population calls for reverting the Republic to a federation of pre-unification nations, that number has been steadily declining since the end of the Unification war, where it peaked at 43 percent. And still, they couldn’t do anything.”

“This is exactly why none of us are keen about complete integration with your species.” Runa explained. “You are bewildered by these statistics, did not understand the concept of crime, by your admission have no laws as we know them. We simply don’t see how two species so different to one another, not in terms of biology, but the way we think and behave, could exist in a single body. The problem is made more difficult by different understanding of civilians. That is why we wanted to keep our homeworlds separate, with the rest of discovered space administered jointly. Of course under such a system, your forces would have authority to enforce laws upon our people and vice versa, I thought that goes without saying. Same when it comes to free travel between systems. Naris and the Faira Nebula were excerpt from it for several reasons. I can see many civilians getting lost in the Nebula or stumbling upon things they are not meant to see. The latter issue applies to Naris as well.”

“Merging the militaries is possible, and would certainly bring some order into the cluttered mess coordinating is now.” Nebiros continued. “Pray tell, by ‘merging’ do you mean a single command structure, or unifying equipment, doctrines and the like?”

“Pardon me, but last time no one could imagine, an ethnic group of your people was eventually wiped out, if I recall. But I’m willing to let this go if you keep us aware of the tendencies in the population.” Libra said, obviously not happy with their way of handling it, but there were more pressing concerns to address.

Libra continued: “Seeing as the nebula might be the only way out of our region of space, that might not be doable. For what it’s worth, we would be willing to move the cvillian fleet to Terminus, it seems more defensible and is not in the first strike vicinity of the Ancients. That would potentially solve that issue. Regarding the military, merging command structure for now. I imagine the rest will follow on it’s own whether we like it or not, there is no denying that we do some things better, and you others. Doctrines first as we are unavoidably exposed to one other’s, equipment as our engineers start to understand it.

“At the time of the Dark Ones Purge, our most advanced piece of technology was steel plate armor. Things have changed since then.” Nebiros snorted, “Then merging the militaries is something that is within our grasp.” Nebiros finally brightened up a little, “By comparing your and our designs, it seems your ships are geared for attack where our ships are designed for defense. Tell me, admiral, would you and your peers prefer to have specialised ships, or would you rather have ships that can do everything with reduced efficiency.” he turned to Lira, trying to get an idea of the way Faira commanders thought.

“Wouldn’t it be better to move the civilian fleet to Opportunity?” Runa inquired, “If we were attacked and overrun, you’d have nowhere to go from Terminus. By basing your fleet here, wherever the threat comes from, you’d have two nodes to retreat through.”

“Of course we would keep you informed, that falls under exchange of knowledge and information, not to mention keeping...” she took a moment to calculate, “...two percent of the population safe.”

“You are right, if there turned out to be a way out through one of our home systems, then free travel through these systems would be necessary. But so far, that isn’t the case. Should it happen, and I hope it does, securing that free travel deal would be the first thing we’d get onto.”

“I’d rather have the framework thought out now rather than when tensions are going to be high and heads hot.” Libra said, worried about the four percent growing in popularity for that reason. “It would also be applicable should we assign ownership to entire systems within the alliance rather than individual celestial bodies. What are your views on that? I think it is rather redundant when both our forces are going to be policing both our peoples, but I understand that you might view it differently with your traditions.

“You misunderstand our design philosophy then.” Lira answered the minister, “Our fundamental requirement is that all our ships need to be able to focus all firepower forward, but at least 50% to any other direction. In our opinion, their defensive capabilities are good enough, and considering the first line of defense is a node blockade, we seem to have that covered well enough. Albeit, even on defense, we intended to use our good FTL maneuverability to nano jump facing forward to an attacking vessel and open up with full barrage, like the Curious did in Terminus.”

“Since we are already assigning ownership to individual objects, why talk of changing it? We are going into this alliance with the intent to share anyway.” Unsure of how the Fiara would view such invasion of privacy, she did not share the amount of information Narix government kept about people that would in worst cases allow them to forbid specific people or groups from leaving Naris, minimizing the possible damage they could cause directly. She wasn’t even sure if Libra took the possibility of ideologically driven attacks into consideration. “We’ve managed with tensions before, but although I think even the most absent-minded of my comrades realize we cannot alter the way the fifth dimension operates, I agree tempting fate is not good. There is one thing we can do to see how the people would react: The oracles coming to Naris. We can observe the way people treat the news of their arrival, or the Faira directly in any personal interaction, and work from there. If the reactions are negative, we’ve our work cut out for us. If not, all the better.”

“They will be delighted to hear that. Do tell: How was your general population informed about us? And anything else the team would need to prepare for that might not be usual in our regions of space? They are not trained diplomatic personnel. If it is your wish, they will be comfortable not talking to anyone outside of the military chain of command, but I’d still like to know.” Libra asked.

“Aside from descriptions of what you look like and that it’s not your apparent intent to kill or enslave us? They have been told that you are a race that has come to the stars seeking colonies, much like we have. Since then, Naris was getting regular declassified updates on the progress of our work, such as the treaty, the OEP and the engagements in Terminus.” she looked up an example article on her tablet.

Exploratory fleet under attack: outnumbered Fiara cruiser fended off unknown attackers

”An engagement like any other, crew just looked differently. We kept each other alive and that’s what matters in the end.” -PFCT. C. Linsis, XO of the EC Curious


“Given our situation, most people sympathise with the need for a new colony, although they haven’t yet been told why exactly your home can no longer support you. We weren’t sure you’d want this out just yet. When commander Astra told the primarch, he sent a direct message to me so we could make sure on our respective ends it didn’t spread.”

“As for the lack of diplomatic training, that’s a good thing. We need to know how our common people interact with each other. As for any unusual situations, you already know about our careful approach to artificial intelligence and our hatred of religion. If they keep that in a sack, there should be no major problems. Also, one of our major holidays is coming up, so if they happen to see many people with flags painted on their faces, tell them to pay no attention to that. That’ just our way of remembering the fallen of wars long past. If they come to contact with someone directly, say someone they’d be cooperating with for some time, they might be told they can refer to that person by their first name. They don’t have to oblige by it, just tell them it might happen. Also, despite being briefed, some might call them by their name by a slip of the tongue. Mistakes happen. Anything our people should be made aware of before the oracles arrive?”

“We appreciate the effort, but we have chosen full disclosure. You can post that information or any other that you see fit, such as our technological schematics to your shipwrights and the like. As we discussed when setting up the non aggression treaty, the ship we send to your home system will be void of any AI, although I believe now there will be no need to strip it of weapons? If that is not possible, I’d ask the lord commander to temporarily assign one of his small ships to the task, it won’t be longer than a few days.” Libra answered the questions.

“As for what your people should be made aware, should any get within reach, tell them to keep their hands to themselves and especially not mess with any Faira’s antennae, the whole mentioning of homeworlds, supernovas and the like. If anyone wants to pose questions about our military, the Oracles will tell them to go through proper channels anyway.” Libra commented on the issue of possible faux pass. “Although, with the names thing, do mention it is a sign of affection for us, so that they aren’t too surprised if they make that mistake on some more liberal of us.” the admiral smirked.

“No, the ship may stay armed. Also, there will be a Privateer-class frigate waiting for them to act as another pair of eyes and their guide through the system. I made sure they didn’t send the NSS Nova. And touching someone else’s head is a WMD as far as insults are concerned, so that shouldn’t be a problem.” Runa wasn’t sure how not mentioning a homeworld was possible AT the Narix homeworld, but she would try to get that message across.

“Very well. Back to the Alliance proposal, we would like to discuss the economic side of it. While between countries barter trade might have worked, we are looking at entering into your monetary system, it would be easier than developing one of our own, since the system we used pre-exodus would probably not hold. Would that be acceptable? We will of course submit to any regulations you deem fit so that your own economy is not destabilized. I imagine your private enterprises would be interested in raw materials like everyone else, and possibly our military technology for non-military use, which we would sell licenses to. From our side, the only entity in that trade would be our government. Would that be acceptable?”

“That would work.” Runa nodded, “While our economy should be able to take a hit and stand, we’d rather be on the safe side, I was never good at economy. Not to mention if we don’t have to adapt to accommodate you, we’ll avoid arming the four percent with arguments. So far all they have is xenophobia and fears of what could be, let’s not give them anything solid.”

“This is of course something that shouldn’t be rushed.” Kandros chimed in. “There were some grim moments in establishing our post-unification currency I wouldn’t wish on anyone else. As for the private enterprises, unpredictable little bastards, they are, but tech licenses are going to be a high-prized commodity. But they might also be interested in direct cooperation in developing new technologies and products. Do you think that’s possible, given, say, four to eight years?”

“We would want to enter the market slowly ourselves, since we are not too experienced either. Initially we would likely enter with resources to get some currency to operate with, then perhaps buy in or establish our own company. As for joint research, I do not see it happening in military technologies, those we feel should be government controlled. As for civilian research, perhaps. When we know the Ancients will not slay us all.” Libra noted.

“Do you have any other points to discuss? The finer details we can hammer out after a good rest.” Libra said, massaging her remples.

“That is in the hands of admiral Cygnus, lord-commander Zorea and the men and women under their command now. All good hands, as far as I know.” Nebiros nodded.

“A good rest and a good meal for some of us. Rear admiral Libra, admiral Lira.” Runa stood up, bowing her head. “Farewell for now.”


Narix National Newscast: Formed from many, now as one?

Following two days of restless work, Narix and Faira delegates have prepared the bedrock of a solid military alliance. Furthermore, lord-commander Adrihen Zorea took four battlegroups of the First Fleet to meet the Nightmare threat alongside the Vanguard fleet led by admiral Cygnus.

Following the popularity polls, the delegates have also agreed on the basics of a loose union of our two peoples.

“This is not a complete integration. Rather, it is a loose union that will allow both of our species to coexist without unnecessary delays and obstacles in dealing with one another.”
- Ambassador Runa Taranis, Narix ambassador

The Faira have also hinted at the formation of their own currency. They have expressed the desire to enter our market!

”We would want to enter the market slowly ourselves. As for joint research, I do not see it happening in military technologies, those we feel should be government controlled. As for civilian research, perhaps. When we know the Ancients (Nightmares - journalist’s note) will not slay us all.”
- Rear admiral Libra, Faira ambassador
Opporunity II Orbit, ED Warden

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.”
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.
EFG Curious

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!“
ED Explorer

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?”
“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.”
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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