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Exodus 1
I looked through the port side cameras upon the exodus fleet, the largest and greatest fleet ever assembled across the three galaxies. The fleet was made up of thousands of ships, ranging from fighter-drones barely three meters long, all the way up to the dreadnought class HCV, or Heavy Combat Vessel, at almost 15,000 meters long. These dreadnoughts were in short supply though, with only 19 remaining compared to the 200 the fleet set off with all those years ago. While I watched the fleet and reminisced, I received a hail from the command ship for my battlegroup. "Cruiser-Captain, You have a new assignment."
"Order reassignment acknowledged Line Commander," I replied trying to keep my voice steady. I had never been contacted by anyone higher than a Destroyer-Commander before and I was nervous about the assignment I was about to be assigned. If the Battlegroup commander was contacting me directly then it must be important. But I was ready for the chance to serve the fleet, they may reward me with a new shield system, the one I had was acting up lately and my quick repairs only had it up to 80% strength.
"You are to take one light frigate, two corvettes, and 3 light freighters to the nearest planet and arrange for the purchase of any local mapping units, reactor fuel, and all the thaocine you can aquire." I felt an overwhelming wave of nervousness and anticipation. I was being put in charge of a resupply mission, secondly only to combat patrol or the honor guard in level of importance. The honor guard protected to genesis class ships, the core of the fleet. These ships held the last colonists of Lestea, the origin of the fleet.
Nobody in the fleet really knew where Lestea was, only that it had been destroyed 2,586 standard years ago, due to a great war that left half the galaxy in ruins. The last and best of the Lesteans volunteered to be put into stasis until the fleet found a new location that could be safely colonized.
I contacted the closest jumpship and was given an approach vector with docking instructions. The jumpships were like a large railgun. The ship has three rails that are 18,000 meters long, making them the largest vessels in the fleet. These rails used large gravity generators to generate the warp. The warp is a field of hypergravity that catapults ships the incredible speeds, surpassing the fastest known objects in the galaxies at nearly 90 million times the speed of light. while this is sped up for smaller ships, as they have less inertia, most ships are transported at that speed, as it is the safest.
The fastest recorded jump was of a two-man testing ship manned by the Lesteans when they first discovered the technology and did not know the correct energy requirements, so they poured everything they had into it. The small craft reached 1.4 billion times the speed of light. The ship was found drifting 300 years later drifting, it had been torn apart and the only remaining piece was the engine module and some debris.
I docked with the jumpship, preparing for warp. The corvettes and frigate would follow me and set up a perimeter while the cargo hauler came after. The hauler contained a temporary jump platform, it could only be used a few times before overload caused critical reactor malfunction, destroying it. The reactor failure would also destroy anything within a light-second and a half.
The familiar feeling of warp washed over me. It was like feeling your body compressed and pulled apart at the same time, the internal gravity fields protecting me from the immense forces of hypergravity. I had always been better at dealing with the warp, many who I spoke to had commented that they hated using it. I never could understand why, I always felt most at peace while in warp, where there was nothing that I had to manage other than the gravity generators and a book. I particularly enjoyed entertainment from the 19th to 21st century of a planet called 'Earth', the plots were much more interesting than anything produced after the 32nd century on Lestea, when the fleet set out on its endless voyage.