Ursava
16-08-2008, 01:17
Space…it had a good name.
It was full of…nothing but planets and moons; absolutely nothing else.
That was save for the satellites that orbited Earth. Among these satellites was an Ursavian spy satellite. It was sleek and black save for the basically rectangular collection of hexagonal solar plates jutting out of either side about halfway between the tail and the high-powered ‘camera’ which sent back millions of digits to a second satellite disguised as a normal commercial broadcasting system, which then sent the data to a modified Ticonderoga class destroyer/cruise in an Ursavian port, which then sent the data to the USCC (Ursavian Space Command Center) where the data was read and evaluated as what was important, dangerous, or just a country vainly messing around.
The satellite; commonly named ‘Cancer’ after the star constellation of the same name; slowly came in to orbit over The Phoenix Militia. After the recent building of the two, massive pyramids Ursava was curious.
The lens slowly zoomed in on to the second pyramid constructed in the polar region. The satellite had no passengers, no live feed (though it was only a matter of minutes for delivery depending on where it was in relation to Ursava), and no self-conscious A.I.
The same went for the disguised, receiving satellite that received it.
Nobody aboard the modified Ticonderoga destroyer/cruiser, save for the captain, were allowed to look at any of the now partially translated readings for security purposes.
It took until it reached a slightly overweight, twenty-four year old young adult in the main USCC facility for the discovery to be officially found two and a half minutes after ‘Cancer’ had discovered it.
He leaned forward, towards his computer screen with curiosity.
“Hey, Kalman; come take a look at these readings.” The young man said, calling to his friend.
“What is it Zajzon?” The man asked, approaching the younger man.
“Take a look at this.” Zajzon said, leaning back and pointing to his screen.
Kalman took a long look, leaning forward towards the screen to get a better look.
“Increase the thermal scanning power.” Kalman ordered.
Zajson ordered. Kalman typed quickly on his keyboard and both of them froze.
“Christ…alert the chain of command, they need to have a look at this.” Kalman ordered.
The younger Zajzon ran from the computer to a nearby dark red phone. Meanwhile Kalman began typing and reading the radiation and thermal signatures. It was all so strange that the only real way solar stations could be giving off all the signals ‘Cancer’ was detecting was either they were a ruse or there was something wrong with the satellite.
Zajzon just couldn’t believe it as Kalman made a call which worked it’s way up the command chain from the small two-man room through various military and governmental officials.
It was full of…nothing but planets and moons; absolutely nothing else.
That was save for the satellites that orbited Earth. Among these satellites was an Ursavian spy satellite. It was sleek and black save for the basically rectangular collection of hexagonal solar plates jutting out of either side about halfway between the tail and the high-powered ‘camera’ which sent back millions of digits to a second satellite disguised as a normal commercial broadcasting system, which then sent the data to a modified Ticonderoga class destroyer/cruise in an Ursavian port, which then sent the data to the USCC (Ursavian Space Command Center) where the data was read and evaluated as what was important, dangerous, or just a country vainly messing around.
The satellite; commonly named ‘Cancer’ after the star constellation of the same name; slowly came in to orbit over The Phoenix Militia. After the recent building of the two, massive pyramids Ursava was curious.
The lens slowly zoomed in on to the second pyramid constructed in the polar region. The satellite had no passengers, no live feed (though it was only a matter of minutes for delivery depending on where it was in relation to Ursava), and no self-conscious A.I.
The same went for the disguised, receiving satellite that received it.
Nobody aboard the modified Ticonderoga destroyer/cruiser, save for the captain, were allowed to look at any of the now partially translated readings for security purposes.
It took until it reached a slightly overweight, twenty-four year old young adult in the main USCC facility for the discovery to be officially found two and a half minutes after ‘Cancer’ had discovered it.
He leaned forward, towards his computer screen with curiosity.
“Hey, Kalman; come take a look at these readings.” The young man said, calling to his friend.
“What is it Zajzon?” The man asked, approaching the younger man.
“Take a look at this.” Zajzon said, leaning back and pointing to his screen.
Kalman took a long look, leaning forward towards the screen to get a better look.
“Increase the thermal scanning power.” Kalman ordered.
Zajson ordered. Kalman typed quickly on his keyboard and both of them froze.
“Christ…alert the chain of command, they need to have a look at this.” Kalman ordered.
The younger Zajzon ran from the computer to a nearby dark red phone. Meanwhile Kalman began typing and reading the radiation and thermal signatures. It was all so strange that the only real way solar stations could be giving off all the signals ‘Cancer’ was detecting was either they were a ruse or there was something wrong with the satellite.
Zajzon just couldn’t believe it as Kalman made a call which worked it’s way up the command chain from the small two-man room through various military and governmental officials.