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Under orders of Emperor Shadaum IV, Thrashia's fleet has begun sending out probes into the galaxy to find new planetary systems for extending the Thrashian Empire. So far only a few minor uninhabited systems have been found by the search. Grand Admiral Alabar, Fleet CO, has told the Emperor that he is having his staff produce a probable plan of sending small splinters of the fleet to the discovered planets and of increasing the area of the probes search.

Manticore; Captain Turlen's command Bridge

Turlen looked out of the front viewing port and watched as some of his recon fighters returned from their mission. Several weeks ago he'd been ordered with his Shadaum-class type one cruiser and an escort of four Prowler cruisers to make an inspection of the first planet system found by the new Exploration Program. Since he was the first to get there he had been allowed by Admiral Alabar to name the system. He decided on the Mais system.

The Mais system consisted of four planets each roughly 10,000 kilometers in radius; two were temperate in climate and had breathable atmospheres. The other two were breathable but incredible cold and were mostly mountainous. There were also two stars, so that daylight continued for nearly all the hours of an Earth standard day.

When Turlen had sent his second report on the planets and what they could be used for he was given a hologram order from Alabar himself.

'Captain Turlen, you are to establish a base of operations on Mais II, I am sending, within a few weeks, Admiral Mic’feerson with his fleet. You are to also establish an extensive patrol of the system itself. Use your escorts to do this, along with your fighter crews. If you encounter any kind of alien species or enemy fleets you are to contact me immediately and then proceed to retreat back to the Thrashian system.'

Turlen thought about his orders again. He'd had sent 4,000 clone troopers under Colonel Katren to the surface of Mais II, there they had used the pre-fab bases on Turlen's ship to construct a base. He had also had them clear a large space of the forest area they were in for ship landing. Turlen had also started having his escorts travel in pairs around the system along with 6 of his fighters. So far nothing had been discovered. But he still wondered by the Grand Admiral was sending an entire fleet.

He shrugged and walked off the bridge to go debrief the recon team.

Admiral Mic'feersons 4th Fleet (http://members.toast.net/tgreer/gallery/destroyers.jpg) arrived seven days later. Captain Turlen was ordered to present himself on his flagship, the Dauntless (http://www.voidalliance.org/site2/database/Image13.gif) and report.

Stepping aboard the Super Shadaum ship he walked to the main bridge (http://www.ralphmcquarrie.com/ralph/empart/paint/10.JPG). When he entered his gaze was drawn to the port windows. The rest of the 200+ ships of the 4th fleet were assembled there. It was breathe taking.

Standing in his black admirals uniform was Mic'feerson. Captain Turlen marched foreward and saluted smartly then stood at attention.

"Thankyou for coming so quickly captain. Now, report." Turlen told him everything that had happened since, as well as handing over his small data slate of his written report.

"Thankyou Captain, I will read your report later. Your new orders are to return with your escort to Fleet Command, from there you will report to Grand Admiral Alabar then most likely be charged with escorting several hundred of the trade guild ships which will soon be heading this direction. Thats is all Captain." Turlen saluted, waited until it was returned, then turned smartly on his heel and returned to his ship.

Within an hour the Manticore and her escorts had entered hyperspace for the return trip.

Tag; interested in a first contact?

OOC: Sure, but nothing like a big ass battle or smaller. More like a bump into each other in the dark and surprise! type thing, then continue on from there.

OCC: Could i join in? As in a first contact situation?

OOC: Sure, but no more peoples after you two. Everyone got it? Thanx.

The small craft dove and cut through the seas of space like some gracefully moving fish; betraying its dark interior with an exterior that glimmered and glistened; fresh from the purifying fires of Warp Space. The Chronosian Scout Commander stood; gazing out into the abyss; unaware of the magnitude of their every moment. For good or for ill; The Chronosian Imperium was about to make contact.

Among the stars; still flitting and cavorting, like a teasing dancer amongst the bright lights; the ship moved onward; always expanding the reconnaisance of the Imperium; spreading the Emperors word and his sight...

"Admiral Sir, comm scan detects a small craft in the fifth sector. Shadaum type ones Allegiance and Maturen are heading it off, trying to open comm channels open." Mic'feerson looked at the comm oficer then nodded.

"Have the Aries also go in support." One of the five Super Shadaums moved out of the fleets formation and headed toward the other two cruisers. The craft was not far ahead.

Captain Varsh of the Maturen spoke into the comm again. "I repeat, unknown ship, you have entered Thrashian Air Space, give identification or you will be boarded or destroyed."

"Captain sir, Admiral Mic'feerson has ordered the Aries to back us up sir."

"Very well, not that we need it. Have fighter wings alpha and beta ready for instant launch."

"Sir!"

Varsh waited by the comm desk for the ship to answer.

"We are servants of the great Emperor of Chronosia; we sally forth to explore the stars and bring forth the word of the Dark Gods, to all who would here. We are explorers and preachers; the advancing eye and mouth of Chaos itself. Tell us of this....Thrashia, and an indication of the size of your space." The Captain tapped details into a computer; form immediate transmission to Chronosia Prime.

Sentient Space Farign race detected...Contact established. Further examination and interraction....Pending

"Does comm scan have a fix on that ship?"

"Yes Captain."

"Jam it! Have the fighters launch, fire torpedoes 1-10 now!"

"Yes sir!"

The comms were jammed and the fighters launch and moved to intercept and destory the craft. 10 torpedoes launched and sped at high speeds toward the craft.

OOC: well, taht was nice of you....

IC: The ship screeched in protest at the countless explosiosn that rocked its shields and hulls; jettisoning debris and personnel out into space in a trickle of essential lifesblood. The roar of the Commander drowned out the growl of tearing metal and the ominous roar of vaccuum, somehwere else in the ship.

"Unidentified Vessels! Cease fire! If you continue to fire then His Wrath will fall upon you...We shall be avenged by legions who will rise in our place! In the name of the Emperor, cease fire!"

“Captain?” The science officer, Commander John Perkins, looked up from his console.
“Yes Commander?” Captain Michael Davis asked curiously.
“I have detected the presence of ships in the system adjacent to the Goran system, ships of unknown configuration or design.” Commander Perkins reported.
Captain Davis sat comfortably in his command chair, “ETA at warp 5?”
Commander Perkins replied, “20 minutes.”
The captain looked at a readout on his computer screen, “Make it so!”
***20 minutes later***
“Sir!” Tactical officer Lieutenant Commander Miles O’Leary, called across the bridge, “weapons fire, from the unknown vessel to a vessel known as Chronosian!”
“Raise shields! Activate weapons and lock target! Open a channel.”
Comm Officer Julienne Moore spoke up, “Sir, channel open, Universal Translator active, but as we don’t know these guys they may not speak any known language.
The Captain nodded and spoke loudly, “This is Captain Michael Davis of the Imperial Star Ship Katana (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/isev/katana.jpg). Cease fire immediately! State your purpose in this area of space.”

OOC: Sry chron, Varsh is a paranoid bastard. Sorry but I gotta get for a bit. I'll respond. And just so you know chron, the attack will be halted. A misunderstaning of orders will be Varshes excuse.

All the ships ceased firing and the fighters were returned to their bays. Varshed gripped his hands together then nodded to the comms officer. "Open comms again."

"Open sir."

"Unkown ship, I apoligize, there was a misunderstanding in my orders. I am sincerly sorry. If you will identify yourself and planet of origin I will allow you to pass this picket and speak to my commanding officer."


Bridge of the Aries:

Rear Admiral Dalek had to restrain himself from trying to blow Varsh out of space. But then he heard the comm from the ship he sort of understood why Captain Varsh open fire, he only hoped he didn't start a war.

"Sir, we have another ship on our scopes," Dalek's comm officer said as he stood before him. Dalek listened to the comm as it played back the messege from the new ship. "Open a comm channel."

"Captain Michael Davis, this is Rear Admiral Dalek, Thrashian 4th Fleet. This is Thrashian controlled space you are entering. State your purpose of visit, you will be subject to boarding if you do not comply."

Captain Davis sat back in his chair listening to the communiqué from the Thrashian ship.
“Admiral, I do apologize for my forwardness. I am from the Imperial Star Empire, we are here on a mission of peaceful exploration, we detected your vessel on our sensors and since your ship’s design was not recognised to us we decided to investigate.” Captain Davis took in a breath, “And we detected several smaller ships in the area, presumably fighters, and we also noticed weapon signatures, so we came prepared for such.

"You are correct Captain. There was a misunderstanding of orders between the bridge of one of our cruisers and the fighter captain, but the situation has been solved. As to my ship class, my ship the Aries is a Super Shadaum class cruiser, the 4th fleet has ships from all ship classes in the Thrashian fleet. If you wish I will have you escorted to my commanding officer Admiral Mic'feerson. As to you exploring, this system has been named the Mais system, and as of Imperial Year 2153 claimed territory of the Empire of Thrashia."

Captain Davis ordered the deactivation of weapons, but ordered for shields to remain active at 50%.
“Admiral, in the spirit of interstellar friendship and diplomacy I would like to accept your offer, and on behalf of the rest of the universe, welcome to space!”

"Thankyou Captain. I am sending two fighters to escort you to my CO's command ship the Dauntless. There you may board and speak face to face to discuss whatever designs your country had in this area of space, as well as starting diplomatic relations." Dalek nodded to his comm officer. A minute later two Swift-class fighters shot out of the landing bays and hovered near the Imperial Star Empire ship. The pilot opened up comm channels.

"Captain, I am Lieutenant Valquin, if you will follow me and my wing man on flight path omega delta. I will lead you to the Dauntless."