Dokkisse
(Note: Please read carefully. That is all I can say).
"Captain, they are not shooting at us. Looking at the energy readings, they are powering down their defenses," Anderson looks down at what appears to be a computer screen.
"Ah! We just received confirmation that the battleship Ariniadale will be arriving very soon."
The captain fumbles around his cigar, "Did they say anything Anderson?" the captain said, tapping out the ashes. Oh, brother. Out of all the ships, why the admiral?
"Not yet, captain. That is strange. Going to ask-" Anderson stops mid-sentence and looks to his right.
Off from a distance where the Linkconn can see, a red tear erupts from space like shattered glass. Anderson grabs a binocular by the helmsman's post and observes the unknown arrival.
"Anderson, what is it?" the captain raises his voice and looks at the empty hologram screen.
"It's the Fars captain," Anderson came back to view, "counting one Dram class frigate; nine FF1 fighters; and two Huldra gunships. How the hell did they know that we are here?!"
Hugo snuffed his cigar on his chair's armrest and abruptly stood up. He then walks out of the observation room without a word, grunting in frustration.
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Meanwhile...
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In the newly made UFI frigate named the Venture, captain Storm Heathers looks over his crew working on the bridge by his seat. He rubs his face in exhaustion and glances at his holopad.
"Captain Storm," a crew member approaches behind him, "Just as you predicted sir, Macrod drives are not working."
"Well, no shiz about that Gabin. I wonder who ordered the suggestion of warping to an unknown sector without RCT knowing of our location," Storm answered sarcastically.
He then turns his chair towards Gabin and continued his rambling, "Blame that asteroid storm they say. Blame management they say. Blame the higher-ups-" he paused.
"What is it, captain?" Gabin tracks the captain's gaze to a screen.
"Contacts, starboard! A single DIO ship and unknowns a few thousand miles from here," shouted the navigation officer.
"Hyclouds not off of main sensors yet captain. Still exciting Macrod fields," the head engineer noted.
"Scramble fighters to alert," Storm stood up from his chair, looking surprised, "All ships to general quarters. Contact RCT stat. I don't care how long it will take."
"Aye, sir!" Gabin saluted and speed-walked his way towards his station.
"Captain," the navigation officer looks up to the captain's deck, "hyclouds and Macrod fields are off. Main instruments online. Visual-"
Gabin interrupts the officer, "Look at the size of that ship! That's a carrier!" he exclaimed.
"The DIO is able to make that?!"
"EHM! Can I?" the navigation officer looked at Gabin, annoyed.
"We got three massive blips. Approximately three thousand clicks from our position. Visuals are a station and massive warships. We have never encountered this faction captain."
Storm's spine shivered, placing his wobbly hand on his armchair. Please let this not be one of those hours.
He looks at his comms officer, "I don't want everyone to lay their finger on the trigger unless I say so," he ordered sternly.
"Aye, captain," the comms officer nodded and relayed the message to the fleet.
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Back at the Linkconn...
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The metal door of the bridge opens with a whoosh as Hugo walks cautiously to his seat.
"So, that is your true intentions then," he said under his breath, grumbling.
"Goodness, finally captain," Anderson shook his head and walks with him.
"We identify the group as a scouting fleet. Nothing too major for us to handle if we play carefully."
Just as Hugo sat, a flash of white and blue flickers around space, revealing a large creaking battleship exiting out of its warp. It powers down its HUIS drive and activates its weapons toward the UFI ships.
DIO-ARINIADALE to DIO-LINKCONN: PRIVATE COMMS
"Ariniadale to Linkconn, we received your distress. You certainly got your hands tied here. Captain Hugo, by now, you realize why I ordered you to be here."
"Yes, yes, of course, admiral Varlin. But if you would avert your eyes to those three massive blimps, we are in the territory of an unknown faction. I suppose those sixteen harbinger missiles would come in handy?"
"What's their name?"
"They are called the Alsinan Defense League. They have the numbers and potentially the firepower."
"Sigh That capture operation needs to wait. Damn. Hold off what you're doing and let me take care of it. I hope that you weren't aggressive to these potential allies. Varlin out."
END COMM
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Meanwhile in the Ariniadale...
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"Set comms to the Alsinan Defense League," Varlin ordered his comms officer.
DIO-ARINIADALE to Alsinan Defense League: SECURED COMMS
"This is admiral Vincent from the Decrom Intelligence Organization. I apologize for our internal matters interfering with your daily business. And I also would like to apologize for any harshness that my friend, in the Linkconn, gave you. May I suggest a formal meeting so we can properly fix any misunderstandings?"
END COMM
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In the Venture after the message from the admiral...
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"Um, captain. What are we going to do now?" Gabin stood right next to Storm, crossing his arms.
"Well," Storm looks over to the comms officer, "got anything juicy for the dying dog?"
"Only made up the word 'meeting' from their end sir," the comms officer replied.
"Huh," Gabin scoffs, "they are trying to woo them to their side, captain. I'm not gonna allow that. Just what they did to us years back."
Before Storm can say anything, Gabin snatched the mic from the captain's chair and adjusted the frequency to the Alsinan Defense League.
UFI-VENTURE to Alsinan Defense League: SECURED COMMS
"This is first lieutenant Gabin of the United Farron Institute to Alsinan Defense League. On behalf of the captain and the UFI, we would like to establish a diplomatic relationship that can bolster the security of the galaxies. We have no intentions of fighting the Decrom Intelligence Organization unless we are attacked.
END COMM
"Gabin! You bloody-"
"Genius? Yes, I know. Thank you for noticing, captain!" Gabin smiled.
(Wowza, been awhile since I wrote like that).