Vorlon Prime
12-08-2004, 20:32
The blue vortexes of hyperspace opening into realspace were a relatively common sight within the solar system. This however, wasn’t. With the impression of space being twisted around unnaturally, a great storm of silent energies was unleashed, and an entire flotilla of vessels emerged, a dozen light cruisers first, surrounded by wing after wing of fighters, then finally, in the centre of the overall group, five massive dreadnoughts, fearsome ships with four elongated prongs mounting obscene levels of firepower. They moved with a grace that belied their size, taking up position around a small object, a puny shuttle, out here all alone, far below the plane of the solar system, in the oft overlooked depths of the sysem.
The lead battleship began to pull the shuttle aboard, into a hidden and protected cavity on its ventral surface. Once it was aboard several of the small crew of the dreadnought were waiting for the shuttle’s only passenger. He eventually emerged from the hatch obscured by a puff of crude smoke and steam clinging around his body like a lover unwilling to let go, but let go it did, and Alkesh glided smoothly down the ramp. They remained in their ‘encounter suits’ throughout as they were reliably informed that he had not come alone aboard that vessel.
Alkesh looked one of at his counterparts, “Is it done?” he asked
“It is time,” replied the other, “You have it?”
“Yes…”