Namek
Inside the cold metal cans ‘ships’, composed of an abundance of alloys and nanomaterials perfected by centuries of materials science, the crew continued performing their duties. They kept watch over the cold fusion reactors, and normal ones too, the engines that kept the ship running and the ones that spewed out plasma in trails that were sometimes multiple light minutes long. They kept watch over the weaponry, the ones that defended them from enemies, too. They also gave commands to the countless computers that processed data, mostly in the form of electrons or photons, that saw to the countless displays and calculations that helped equally in running these cold jars of wires and meat.
And in the center of it all, the Squadron Commander - Commodore Axir. He wasn’t the stereotypical commander that was portrayed as incompetent in the holo-films, he was actually a human computer that housed in his head the multiple maneuvers, tactics, strategies and requirements for the battleships that composed this little sub fleet.
A man whistled to get his attention, the operations officer of the CIC. His eyes drifted to meet his gaze, and the commodore then asked,
“Yes, what do you need?”
“Sir, the Voghus are hailing us. I’ll put them onscreen,” he chirped.
He looked at the hologram display at his front, towards the front of the Combat Information Center. The automated AI, unsurprisingly, didn’t appear, but did send it’s message, to which he replied,
“Our intentions are peaceful, we will send a shuttle over.”