Authors Note: Hey Everyone, I know it may come as a surprise to be hearing from me, but I am back with an update with the second chapter to Call-sign Nova. Its been a rough three months and to be honest, between having to move to another location due to apartment issues, quitting my old job and starting a new one and finishing up school, I haven't found the inspiration to write anything in a while until now. I hope you all are still as excited as I am to see this story unfold and I look forward to hearing from some of you guys who PM me again soon! That being said I hope you all enjoy this latest chapter of Call-sign Nova

*P.S To those of you wondering if I will continue working on the Crash Fanfic I was writing before this one, Stay calm, an update for that story will be coming out for it as well, I haven't forgotten about it!*

(1 year before)

"Attention all personnel, we are now arriving to the Cornerian Defense Station. All personnel are required to be at there stations when docking begins. Once Again, all personnel are required to be at there stations when docking begins." A loud voice spoke over the intercom system of the Stellar Force Once, waking Alexander Simmons from his nap.

He forced himself from his makeshift bed as he grabbed a little remote that rested next to the bed on a nightstand and turned his bedroom lights to dim. He sat up on his bed and stretched his back out, hearing his spine cracking softly as he suddenly heard his com system begin to beep. Alex gave out a slight sigh as he reached for the device and answered it with a groggy voice

"Alexander Simmons on the line."

"Ah splendid, Your awake. Major Simmons, the president has requested your presence in his personal quarters. He wishes to speak to you about the ceremony plans." Alex heard a familiar voice speak rather quickly on the end of his line.

"Roger that, Dr. Ranger. Let him know that I will be on the way." Alex replied, standing up from his bed and making his way over to his restroom.

"Perfect, will do. Ranger out." Dr. Ranger said quickly as he ended the call and left Alex to his own devices.

Alex entered his restroom and took a quick minute to examine himself in the mirror, his face was plastered with the markings of war, small scars and tiredness he had acquired from serving during the American Russian conflict and the aftermaths of Operation S.A.M. He no longer looked like a young man in his early thirties, but a battle-hardened fighter pilot, and his salt and pepper colored hair was starting to look like it needed a cut.

The last three years had been rough on him, as he was placed within multiple task forces assigned to deliver and control reconstruction supplies back home in the united states following the events of the Russian attack on American soil. He had clocked in nearly three hundred hours of flight time missions in the span of twelve and a half days and countless more flying overseas. Despite all his challenging work, Alex knew that it would still be a long time before things in the country would return to its normal state, and the thought of having to return and provide aid with the rebuilding efforts only proved to tire him even more than he already was.

Alex shook his head as he turned on the bathroom sink and placed both of his hands underneath the smooth stream of lukewarm water, before cupping a good amount of it and splashing it on his worn face, washing the stress and tiredness away. He repeated the motions a good three times before cutting the water off and drying his face off with one of the towels he had in his restroom. Once he was finished, Alex quickly left his restroom and returned to his sleeping quarters, grabbing his special clearance badge on the way out and began making his way over to the Presidential Living Quarters.

Stellar Force One was one of the most massive starships Alex had ever seen produced by the United States NASA program, surpassing the massive size of the S.S. Leonhardt by a landslide. There were many corridors within the behemoth, about 52 to be exact, and the Ships passenger manifest allowed for a total of 3,000 personnel with the addition of 200 flight crew and space engineers in case anything broke down while the ship was in orbit. Aside from the personnel, the ship had a built-in aircraft hanger which allowed it to deploy fighter pilots to defend the fortress incase of an attack, as well as a heavily armed infantry division on board.

Like many other presidential vehicles, Stellar Force One was built to allow the President of the United States to run the country in any instance that the United States was under attack and the White House was compromised. It has some of the most advanced space technology on board and even had the ability to fly in within the earths atmosphere if need be. Alex didn't really know much about the spacecraft aside from what Dr. Ranger had informed him of, but even then, Alex knew that the space craft was just one more force to not reckon with in the eyes of the enemy.

As Alex kept thinking about what else the massive starship could do, he continued walking through the bright white metallic twisting corridors. Every once and a while, Alex would pass by other ship personnel making their way to their stations. Most of the ships passengers were reporters, scientist, engineers, veterans and government officials who were approved by President Whitley himself to fly onboard with him, people who like him, would be writing a new chapter in the book of humanity.

It wasn't long before Alex had arrived at the Presidents resting quarters. There were two burly men standing on both sides of the door guarding the way inside. The men wore Jet black shades that complemented their pitch-black suits. Each had a wire running from their left ears all the way down to their neck, like what the Secret Service agents wore back home on earth, the only difference is that these men seemed to eat iron as snacks from the sheer look of their body type.

"You're entering a restricted area off limits to those without the presidential badge or tier 5 clearance, present us your badge or turn back now." One of the men said with a gruff voice, his face stayed unmoved as he spoke to Alex.

"I have a presidential badge, I was called by the president himself to speak with him in person." Alex said as he grabbed the bright red badge that was hanging around his neck and handed it to the man in front of him.

The man took the badge and pressed it against a device strapped to his left wrist and held it in place for about five seconds. Once the five seconds had passed, the man put a finger on the side of his jet-black shades and seemed to press against the side of it gently before extending his out again and returning the badge back to Alex."

"Your good to go. The president has been informed of your arrival and is waiting for you inside." The man said as he stepped aside and allowed Alex to approach the door. Alex nodded his head as he reached toward the metallic white door and pushed it forward, exposing a heavily decorated room that resembled the president's office at the white house. Alex could feel his footsteps sink into the deep navy-blue carpet as he approached President Whitley's desk.

"Ah look who it is. Come Major Simmons, join me for a drink!" President Whitley greeted happily as Alex stepped into the presidential cabin and approached Whitley's desk.

"No thank you sir, I prefer not to drink when it comes to important meetings. I see you've chosen to accept goliaths inside the secret service sir." Alex smiled as he turned down President Whitley's offer of brandy and took a seat on one of the chairs across from Whitely.

"That would be a little too exaggerated, Major. I prefer my 'stronger' assets on my person whenever I travel by air now. I can't seem to shake off the feeling of what happened last time before the whole 'incident.'" President Whitley responded back as he took down a sip of his liquor from his crystal-clear glass.

"I see…So Dr. Ranger told me that you wished to speak to me about the ceremony. Is there anything you'd like for me to do?" Alex asked as he saw the look of pain and shock slowly overcome President Whitley's face at the memory of the Hijacking.

"Ah Yes, the ceremony! As you know, what we are doing today is something never done in the history of mankind. You and I, as well as all the other people on this starship will be making history as the first people to communicate and engage in diplomatic agreements with an alien civilization. Since you were the first human to encounter these other beings, and you've met their leader, I would like to give you the honor of acting as The United States Representative Ambassador for the duration of the ceremony, what do think?" President Whitley asked as he gave Alex a look as he took another sip of his drink.

"I would be honored, but doesn't that responsibility fall into the hands of someone who has a diplomatic background?" Alex asked with a questioning look on his face.

"No not at all, this isn't a political position, rather its more for representation of what the American spirit is. In fact, there is nobody on board who is more than qualified for this position. And as I said before, you have met these people before and you've worked side by side with them. You can't get any better than that, wouldn't you say?" President Whitley said as he took a swig from his glass, finishing the brown liquor rather quickly.

"I suppose so, Mr. president. And like I said before, I would be honored of holding such a position." Alex replied as he nodded his head in understanding.

"Perfect then it's settled, you shall be right next to me when we make landfall on the Cornerian Headquarters! Other than that matter, I have nothing else I need to discuss with you. Your free to go prepare yourself, I believe we'll be landing shortly, Major." President Whitley said calmly as he looked at a watch he had on his right wrist and dismissed Alex so that he could change into some more formal.

"Thank you, sir, I'm looking forward to making history next to you sir!" Alex said as he gave a crisp salute before making his way out of President Whitley's office and returning to his personal quarters.

On the way over, Alex could feel an immense sense of excitement and awe spread out within the ship and he couldn't help but to participate in that energy with the thought of seeing a few familiar faces he had met almost three years ago.