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Star date 98501, Airtimes Sector.
USS Dauntless (Galaxy class) :
The captain walked up to the bride the door sliding open in a whooshing sound, him shuffling in from the next room as the bride consoles quietly beeped sand blinked as people quietly worked on them. He looked over to several people, then walked to his chair sitting rather quickly saying.
“Ops, when will the fleet reach its destination?” the operations officer looked at the captain saying “sir in approximately 1.5 hours, sir may I speak frankly?“ the captain nodded and said “yes of course”. the ops officer sighed and said “sir I don’t feel to safe close to several nations borders like this suppose this sparks off a hostile response?” .the captain chuckled slightly “Don’t worry no ones going to attack a federal fleet of 150 ships and over 150,000 troops not including fighters and support ships. You also have to Think That there not in any ones borders this is just a military exercise, I doubt any one is stupid enough to spark a war with the Union. Helm full speed ahead towards the grounds!”

The helms officer nodded taping buttons on his blinking console in turn the large galaxy class ship with several other vessels woodshed and rumbled towards, the exercise space, there blue glowing nacelles emitting bluish. Light on the back side of the ships as star light gleamed on there saucer sections and smooth curved hulls

The Holy Empire of The True Way of Alan Slaver Dreadnaught 'World's Bane' glidded siliently through the dark of space.

Sir. I'm picking up over 150 unidentified ships on sensors. The comm officer sent to the Captain in thought-speak.

Open a channel. Don't raise weapons, but ready them.

The Captain watched and waited.

"Greetings unidentified ships. This is the HETWA Slaver Dreadnaught 'World's Bane." This is Captain V'orkil

We are in this vicinity due to exploration procedures. We ask that you recognize us as peaceful. If you wish to open talks, your captain is welcom to either come over to this ship or contact us for talks."

"Field Marshall Seville may I have word with you?" Asked a nervous liason officer as he knocked on the open office door. The Field Marshall motioned the officer in and loed out of his long communication to the terra-forming operation chief on the Gladius moon.
"Sir, According to fleet command, The Fedral Union has launched a fleet of 150 vessels into the Airtimes Sector, misson unknown, should we pay attention to this?"

"Hah! Seville laughed, Why should we! They would have to cross through dozens if not hundreds of systems, many of them contained in hostile territory. If they were planning an invasion against any of our holdings. Besides, grouping up that many ships is not sound tactics for an large invasion anyway. They are either having a parade or going on some poorly thought out military action against one of thier neighbors. Keep a probe on them but this won't affect any of our ongoing operations, we don't hve anything to worry about." decided the Field Marshall as he went back to his charts and maps and dismissed the officer

The ops control panel beeped rather quickly the officer looked down there was an incoming message he looked over to the captain ”were getting hailed from a ship in this sector shall we respond?”

The captain looked up hastily and said “yes please open the frequencies”
The ops office pressed the buttons playing the message that was sent the captain nodded saying” open the Comm”
The ops office then pressed several buttons opening frequencies, he nodded to the captain who said “this is the Federation star ship USS Dauntless, We do recognize your ships as exploring peaceable, we our selves are doing military exercises, its our secondary mission to seek out new nations and do first contact with them as well we would be glad to offer a diplomatic hand to you"

"Organic vessels are massing in a single sector," H2-987178 said, tapping a monitor with its metal finger. They stood in one of the huge deep space monitoring stations which were dotted all around the border of Mykonian space. They acted as their eyes and ears, monitoring a good chunk of the surrounding galaxy mostly for astronomical research.

"Is it a sector near one of our own?" H2-761 asked, looking up from whatever it was doing.

"Negative, organic vessels are beyond reasonable combat range," H2-987178 shook its head.

"Then they will be attacking some other organics, ignore them," H2-761 said. "If you get nervous every time organics move fleets around with the intent to destroy something, you would lose half of your plating from the shaking."

H2-987178 shrugged and stepped down to the main level, and started working on other things instead.

Greetings Captain. I was wondering if you would do me the honor of joining me for a dinner aboard my vessel.

The captain responded to the message from his console “That would be satisfactory, I would be happy to, at what time do you wish me to beam over?”

Mean while the fleet started, to rumble to the next sector maneuvering around going exercises firing holographic images of Phasers and torpedoes at holo images of several national vessels and several older federal ships, The large fleet gleamed in the light as stars shined over there hulls there dull glowing blue nacelles illuminating there back sides as they rumbled along.

"Captain. If you arrive around 16.00 that would be satisfactory. We will be honored to host you."

The Captain snapped over the intercom.

Get this bloody ship cleaned!