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I do not own anything in this story but the plot.
Had an idea for a plot bunny. Don't know if i will continue this or not. If some one wants to adopt it, let me know.
Making first contact
is the hardest mission
for anyone
representing their people.
Unknowen
CY 937
As he walked into command to start his watch, he took a moment to reflect on his crew. How much they had changed since he first met them and asked them to help rebuild the Commonwealth. They had come a long way from being that "salvage" crew seven years ago, to the compident crew they were now.
"Captain on deck!" came the shout from the Lancer posted at the door. A dark hair lady about 5'6" with blond highlights and a very tan complexion turned to him, "Captain refueling is nearly complete. We should be on our way in a few minuets."
As the Captain stepped up to his command console he looked over what was displayed while he responded. "Very good Rommie." The ship was controlled by a very powerful artificial intelligence. Rommie was the avatar of that A.I. The avatar Aloud the crew to interact with the ship in way that made people truly believe the ship was truly alive. It allows for a true symbiotic relationship between ship and crew to accrue.
Not to far to his left, at the pilot station was his First Officer. She was about 5'8" with dirty blond hair and fair complexion spoke up as she was making course corrections. "I will be glad when we are done. I'll tell you Dylan, I don't like border Patrol. So long and dull." " That may be Beka, some times, the things that will cause the biggest changes are at the edge of things." "I still wouldn't mind a little variation now and then to spice things up a bit." She retorted. Dylan Hunt just cuckold.
An image of Rommie appeared on the screen. The avatar and the image that was on the screen where two of the three personalities the ship had. Having an AI that was designed to have mutable personalities, takes a little getting use to. "Captain Hunt, my sencers are detecting ships appearing in the system. It looks like their tesseracting." The ship Andromeda reported.
" OH, that's just great. When ever anything tesseracts to us, we know we are going to have problems." Dylan gave a quick look of understanding to his Chief Engineer. Whenever they dealt with something that could Tesseract, they ended up in over their heads and had to fight there way out. "Well Mr. Harper, blame Beka," Dylan said. "She's the one that just asked for a little excitement." " Way to go Beka." Harper retorted. "Yea Beka, you should be careful what you wish for" Rhade commented, throwing in his two cents. Rhade was a Neachein. A race of genetically altered humans. They believe themselves superior to other humans, where a bit pessimistic by nature and believed that life was a battle. "Well, how was I suppose to know that the universe would change its' mind and grant Beka Valentine what she asked for now of all times." Dylan chose at that moment to breakup the bantering, "Ether way we have to cheek it out. We are fully fuelled, so lest secure the ram scoops and set a course to intercept." "I sir, ram scoops closed. We are secure from refueling." Rommie reported. Beka also reported that an intercept course was programmed in. "Very well. Beka take us out of the atmosphere and let's see what we got."
In anought part of the system
"Jump 738 complete Commander. Dratice shows clear." "Very good Mr. Gatea."