The first journey

by Liam-da-wolf

In the year 2031, the first interstellar fleet leaves the moon and is never seen again. The cause: an undetected error in the jump drives. Now without a planet to call home, the fleet is thrown into two separate wars, with the fate of both lying on their shoulders.

1. How do we get home?

First Journey

I AM NOT THE OWNER OF HALO OR BSG. IF I DID, THE HUMANS WOULDN'T HAVE DITCHED THEIR SHIPS AND THE PROMETHEANS WOULD BE GOOD.

SolEarthLuna

19.6.2031

'Finally. The ships are done.' thought Will, walking the newly pressurized corridors of his Hyperion class starship, 'She sure is a beauty.' The construction of the twenty massive ships took a good part of 19 years, along with the cost of nearly a trillion dollars in building materials. Upon arrival at the bridge, Will was greeted by the nine other operators of the ship, most of which were childhood friends.

"When are we go for thrustoff?" asked Kyle, the main pilot.

"Yeah, when can we go? It's boring as fuck just sitting here." The voice over the loudspeaker was Marc, commander of the second and last Hyperion starship.

"Launch is in ten minutes. Prep your crew, and make sure there are no fucking fuel leaks like last time," Will said in a fleet-wide broadcast. 'If one one more person fucks up the reactor, we are never going to leave this rock.'

*Ten minutes afterward*

"We have a green from everyone, Will." said Peter, the long-distance communication monitor.

"Wonderful. All ships, punch it."

A loud hum shook through the ships, as the reactors peaked their output to compensate for the high-energy consuming engines. Within a few seconds, the ships, weighing in at over a million tons, were moving at nearly 200 mph, and easily escaped the weak gravity of Luna.

"All ships, I want a single capacitor jump at 400 mph towards the Pleiades." commanded Will.

Once all status lights were green, all eleven ships lurched forward, as each ship seemingly vanished from existence, as the wormhole created by the jump drives swallowed the ships.

Unknown

Unknown

As the ships reappeared, something was wrong. The cluster of seven stars that was the Pleiades were nowhere near the fleet. Conducting a fast system scan, Peter reached a shocking conclusion. "Uh, Will, we have a problem. Want me to in a fleet wide broadcast?"

"The fuck do you mean, Peter? What's wrong?" Asked Kyle.

"See for yourself."

The cameras panned nearly 85 degrees towards the left at a separate fleet.

"Uh, Will, we're being hailed." said Peter.

"Put it fleet wide. And record it."

"Unknown fleet, identify yourself. You have one minute."

'Odd. That voice... It sounds familiar.' thought Will. "Zoom in on the ships. I want to know what we're facing. And turn us so we are facing them," commanded Will, "Bring all weapons online."

"Unknown vessels, we are the first UEC fleet," said will in a broadcast directed toward the lead vessel, which was shaped oddly similar to an alligator.

"Uh, will, we're detecting an anomaly about 80 kilometers away," Said Peter, "SHIT! CONTACTS. TEN, NO FIFTEEN SHIPS!"

"I want all weapons and reactors at full capacity. We're gonna blitzkrieg these fuckers," said will, keeping his composure. "Unknown fleet, this is shipmaster for the first UEC fleet. Stand down, now," will said again, on a non-video broadcast to the new fleet that just appeared.

No sound of any sort came over the speakers. "Destroyers, jump behind them and hit them in the ass. Carriers, launch all fighters but keep them out of the flak field," will demanded.

The destroyers vanished from view, reappearing shortly afterward directly behind the newest fleet as a wall of explosions began to appear.

AN: Thanks for reading my first story! Please R&R, but no flames please. I should have the next chapter up in less than two weeks. -Liam