Sorry about the delay, too much work lately and not enough free time. Hope you enjoy. Cronstructive criticism is always welcome.


MINTAKA STAR SYSTEM

GTD WARLORD

Steam rose from the sink as Steve Mallory poured water into his face, subtle music playing in the background helped him relax while he prepared himself for yet another busy day. He stared at the mirror, his grimacing visage stared back at him. Steve was pushing fifty, but by looks, one could hardly tell. Only the minuscule patches of gray on his dark brown hair and the subdued wrinkle around his eyes were the only thing that betrayed his real age as the mirror could attest to. However, he had a feeling that until the end of this commision he will get far more white hairs.

Steve Malory took his time to put on his uniform, he had a good night sleep and was feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the day and his nuances. He thought back to the previous day, the news of Terran bodies on the other side of the node had managed to disturb him.

Like Captain Bram, he expected quite a lot, but finding Terrans there were not one of those things. Likewise, Command took it quite seriously even if greatly troubled by it. In the end, the Security Council decided to, after conferring with the Vasudan Emperor, to reinforce the 14th Fleet with a Vasudan Battlegroup.

In hindsight, it was a rational and obvious reaction, but Mallory was sure that for the moment Command and the Security Council were at a loss at what to do, at least for the moment. Surely enough they would make their move and in that he dreaded the consequences of that move. It was a personal opinion, but when the Security Council, who lacked knowledge of the subtler points tactical and strategic areas, directly intervenes in military maneuvers, ignoring the advisors whom were actual active military personnel, usually ends badly for the ones at the front lines.

A low beep was heard as the music turned of. Malory adjusted the collar of the Uniform before pressing a button on his desk, authorizing the call.

"Admiral, sorry to disturb you but we've received a transmission from 3rd fleet Headquarters, the Vasudans have left the system and are on their way."

Mallory smiled. If it was one thing the Vasudans strife for, is punctuality. "Understood, I'm on my way." He closed the call, finished getting himself ready for assuming command. He was expecting this call for a while now, and it was good to have the Vasudans here as well, their support not only in the military aspect but also in morale. Both races had, decades ago, put aside their differences and were now close allies.

Ten minutes later, Admiral Mallory arrived at the bridge, the crew members saluting his presence before reassuming their functions. Captain Colin Tumelo raised giving the command chair to him. Admiral Mallory took it, adjusting himself to it.

"Welcome back, Admiral. I trust you had a good rest."

"Yes, Captain thank you." He took a sweeping look at the bridge noting with satisfaction that everyone was on their posts with all stations running smoothly. "Anything to report?"

Captain cleared his throat "Yes Admiral. The fleet as per your order have been patrolling the rest of the system but report nothing out of the ordinary. The 1st and 2nd Tactical have relocated to New Capella to assist the Capellan Fleets garrison in maintaining order." He paused for seconds, but a nod from the Admiral allowed him to continue. "The Scimitar is now surveying the inside of the asteroid field, as such, it is going slow due to the field's density, but Captain Bram has recovered a piece of an unknown crystal fragment."

Mallory raised an eyebrow in curiosity "Crystal?"

"Yes. Bram's crew is still studying the fragment and gathering further information about it, but preliminary scans suggested a metal/crystal alloy and given its parameters it was not created naturally."

"Not natural..." Mallory reflected upon that statement reaching a logical conclusion "If it's not natural than it seems it belongs to whomever these Terrans were fighting against."

Tumelo nodded "It's the same conclusion Captain Bram as reached as well, however until they are able to study it closer we can't say little more."

"Keep me posted." He directed his gaze towards the tactical projection. "And the jump node? As it been any changes?"

"No Admiral. The Node remains as stable as before. No changes have been detected by the science cruisers."

Mallory was deep in thought. It was a gamble allowing the transition from a full-fledged warship, even if a small cruiser. In the end, it was successful and presumably more ships could pass through but he still would not take chances.

However, given these last developments with the discovery of Terrans and now, with a piece of manufactured crystal probably belonging to whomever, the unknown Terrans Were fighting urged him to take a more direct approach. Which was all a supposition of course but given the current state of affairs, he would not be caught off guard. "I want the 1st Strike Division to take guard duty in blockading the node. But only them, the rest of the fleet is to keep the same distance."

Captain Tumelo was surprised at the Admirals sudden change in orders, but his military training allowed him to transmit his order without skipping a beat. He turned back toward the rest of the bridge, relaying the Admirals orders.

Minutes passed slowly, Admiral Malory silently waiting for the arrival of the Vasudans battlegroup, notified early that it was the 9th.

"Admiral, subspace portals forming on sector 5."

Mallory smiled. He already knew what it meant, the Vasudans very rarely fail to keep timetables when they committed to them.

Outside, near the GTD Warlord and its escorts, nearly two dozen large subspace portals flashed into existence, each disgorging a single warship. All around many small jump points joined them, the arriving fleets fighter escort also entering realspace.

Unlike the Terrans ships with their darkened armor, angular hulls and functional design, these new arrivals displayed a large variety of browns and subdued yellows, the Vasudan ship designs were all far smoother and had a vaguely organic feeling to their appearance.

Mallory watched with a smile as the Vasudan ships exited subspace. First, the squat Mentu Heavy cruisers, the most heavily armored cruiser in the GTVA used mostly for escort and security duties but also, mildly capable in offensive missions. Following them were the Sobek class corvettes, created shortly after the first great war it was one of the oldest designs in the Vasudan navy. At present, it was starting to show its age as but even if old, it was a powerful combatant, Mallory was confident that the Vasudans are already working on a replacement.

Finally, from the largest portal, a large shape slowly entered realspace, the Hatshepsut Class Destroyer Duat, the ships massive bulk dwarfing all Terran vessels except for the equally large Warlord, however but unlike the Hecate, the Hatshepsut is a fully capable and deadly front like warship, capable of taking any other ship class in existence and winning.

It was an excellent example of Vasudan engineering and symbol of the Vasudan Imperium. While it didn't have as large fighter complement then the Hecate, with it only being marginally superior to the old Typhon Destroyers but overall, The Hatshepsut was the best and most potent destroyer in the Alliance. The GVD Duat was a prime example of the formidable destroyer class and was the flagship of the Vasudan battlegroup dispatched to assist them in securing the node and the territories beyond it.

"Admiral we are receiving a message from the GVD Duat, Admiral Akher wishes to speak with you!"

Mallory took on a severe veneer. Admiral Akher was an old associate and friend, but protocol had to be maintained, friendly reunions came later. "By all means put him through."

Seconds later the main viewscreen changed, the backdrop of space being replaced b Admiral Akher, the Vasudan stared at Mallory also displaying what passes for a neutral in Vasudan visible. The Vasudan mottled skin was light brown in color, a large elongated head, and dark beady eyes completed the sight of the Vasudan Admiral.

A small boxy device hung near the throat of Vasudan, an ever-present and needed instrument when either species wanted to speak to each other, as it translated the complicated Vasudan language, also known as 'The Conversation.'

For the unwary Terran, Vasudan society was complex and filled with danger for anyone ignorant of their culture, but it was the language the crowning achievement of the Vasudan race. The formalities governing its usage is almost beyond comprehension for the average Terran, with only the most studious and dedicated managing to grasp it in passing. The syntax and vocabulary are dictated by factors such as age, rank, caste, the time of day, the Vasudan calendar phase and the relative spatial position of the speaker to the Emperor. To compound even further it's complicated nature there are several alphabets, dozens of verb tenses and thousands of dialects. It was suspected that it was a Terran misinterpretation and mishandling of 'The Conversation' that began the Terran-Vasudan war.

Mallory lowered his head in a respectful sign, recalling with he could of the Vasudans complex and fundamental traditions, mindful of not offending. Although the Vasudans have since learned to accept that mistakes and mishandling on the Terrans part were inevitable, it was always recommended to respect the Vasudans traditions as best they as they could. During training there was specific course all Terran take when enlisting in the GTVA that explain the very basics of the Vasudan language. "Admiral Ahker, GTD Warlord online. Welcome. It is good to have you here."

The Vasudan started speaking, a harsh series of guttural sounds and grunts were heard for a second before a computerized voice emanating from the translator deciphered it, allowing the Terrans to know what the Vasudan Admiral was saying.

"Admiral Mallory, this is Admiral Akher of the GVD Duat, command ship of the Vasudan 9th Battle Group. We are here to assist."

Mallory once again dropped his head. Akher was a friend of his. They met each other during one of the Alliance officer exchange programs and both also fought together during the second Shivan Invasion. "I assume that the rest of the Battlegroup is in New Capella waiting for orders?"

"Yes. Until the orders are transmitted, my ships are holding station near the 3rd fleet base."

Mallory silently approved Akher foresight "Very well Admiral. "I expect that you've been briefed in the complication that arose recently?"

Akher grimaced "Yes. Nothing is ever simple with these situations."

Mallory nodded in agreement "I'm preparing the meeting room. There is critical information that we must discuss in private."

"Certainly Admiral. I'll be there shortly."

With that, the line was cut. The Vasudan ships slowly dispersing forming alongside the Terran one, with the fighter wings providing escort. The arrival of the Vasudans was well received as now with the increased number of Alliance ships it allows for better rotativity.

"Captain, order our division commanders and flight leaders to coordinate the rotation schedule with their Vasudan counterparts so that everyone is well rested." Mallory turned away heading towards the meeting room located near the bridge. "When Admiral Akher arrives, escort him to the meeting room, you have the bridge Captain."

Half an hour later, both Admirals sat on the Warlord meeting room, several datapads lay on the table as they organized the future operations of the fleet. "The 3rd fleet is still depleted, the problem arent the ships, but the crew members. Many are still recovering from the shock, it will be several weeks until they are ready."

Akher frowned, small eyes narrowing until they became a slit, it wasn't in anger but incredulity "I'm surprised! Admiral Petrarch usually isn't so impulsive."

"Yes." Mallory agreed. "The fact remains that in the end, the 3rd fleet was extremely weakened, of the destroyers only the GTD Phoenicia is operational and at the moment is strained to maintain both New Capella and Regulus secure."

Mallory put the datapad down, reclining back stretching his back "Vice-Admiral Saffron as to be at the very least commended, with the limited resources she as, it is impressive how safe the systems still are."

Akher also put his respective pad down "Indeed. However with both your fleet reinforcements and my own the situation there should be under control."

"Yes, at the very least the current pirate problem, however." Mallory's voice took on a dark tone. "Reports are coming in from high command that something is happening." Mallory picked up one specfici datapad handling it to Akher. "Not only here but on the rest of the Alliance."

Akher read the contents displayed, his face showing nothing, however, internally he was angry. "Is this right?"

"Unfortunately yes. GTVI is already working on it." Mallory sighed "We know that we never got all of them but the current resurgence is making Command preoccupied, and we also expected renewed attacks on Regulus and the surrounding systems."

Akher shook his head as he put the datapad down "Well if Intelligence is already on in then we have nothing to fear." The computer-generated voice was monotone but even then Mallory could understand the sarcasm. It earned it a smile from Mallory. Be it Vasudan or Terran, intelligence agencies accuracy was always off. Somethings never change.

"I'll notify the ships there to be on the lookout."

Mallory accented before changing the topic. "Yes. For now, our main concern is the system beyond the jump node. The Scimitar is still there gathering information and scouting the system, but the discovery of Terran bodies along with abandoned settlements changed everything."

The Vasudan heard intently, he already knew of the discoveries but it was still surprising to being privy to their details, capital ship and fighter debris along with empty colonies. Many signs of life but with no one still alive to find. Made worse by the fact that life, Terrans most precisely, should not be there.

"But now the Scimitar as found this!" Mallory pressed a button activating the small screen on the far wall. There it was displayed a small mangled piece of metal, blue in color. Akher examining the image with experienced eyes but could glean nothing from simple observation.

"What is it?"

"That is, as far as we can tell, a crystal alloy. Made by unknown means by an unknown party. It was floating around the remains of the other ships."

"Interesting. So not only are there Terrans, there is probably another race!"

"Not completely certain, but as of this moment there is a strong chance of it being true." Mallory didn't like it. Too many possibilities, too many ways of this going sour fast. He watched as Akher silently took it all in, most likely also thinking about the situation and its uncertainty.

"This is a very complicated circumstance we are in, but in the end, it is no different than if it were something else. It is something to be solved, and the 9th Battlegroup is here to assist." Akher finished, an aura of confidence revolving around the large Vasudan. Mallory smiled at Akher direct and down to earth way of thinking.

"Of course my friend. For now, I intend to better secure this node. I have prepared an additional request for Command for the building of a military station here, more precisely a Nareos class. It would better supplement the Mjolnir sentry cannons that were also requested."

Akher nodded in approval. "And allowed more freedom for the rest of the fleet to explore the system beyond and assist the peace operation on the other systems."

"That is right." Mallory pressed another button, the screen changing to the specifications of a Leviathan heavy cruiser. "Another thing to resolve is the Scimitar. For the moment it is the only manned ship on the other side, and I don't like it. If something happens, it is alone and without backup. A bad situation for the slow ship to find itself in. "

"I have a solution for that problem." Akher interrupted "I can send a ship to provide escort and support should it be needed." Akher approved of Mallory's concern for his people "The GVC Kemwer and its crew are ready to assist, should it be chosen."

Mallory smiled, appreciating the Vasudan gesture. He could always count on Akher to provide an immediate solution, in fact, he was expecting it. He could have easily sent another ship there, but to have both Terran and Vasudan there, was a demonstration of the unity of the Alliance. The politicians could argue all their life, always smiling for the cameras and speak of all the things the GTVA as accomplished, but it was in the military were real unity was shown.

"I appreciate it, my friend. They may proceed as soon as they are ready."

BETA AQUILAE

CAPITAL OF THE GALACTIC TERRAN VASUDAN ALLIANCE

Beta Aquilae, a binary star system and one of the most densely populated and industrialized in the GTVA and the current capital of the Alliance. It was here that the Hades rebellion ended with the destruction of the rogue GTI Destroyer Hades. Where the BETAC or Beta Aquilea Convention, was rectified, by both Terrans and Vasudans, dismantling the power blocks cementing the General Assembly, the Security Council, and the Vasudan Imperium as supreme authorities and laying the groundwork for the current organization of the GTVA.

Given its strategic importance along with the presence of the Terran-Vasudan ruling bodies, the system was guarded by the 5t,h Terran fleet with extensive space and ground defenses, only Delta Serpentis and Aldebaran, the Terran and Vasudan capitol worlds respectively, had equal defenses.

Beta Aquilae was a Terran world, one of the first colonized after the discovery of intrasystem jump nodes, but being the seat of the GTVA is was home to tens millions of Terrans and a large number of Vasudans, the capital city was its crown jewel. Tall Gleaming skyscrapers housed almost a fourth of the planet's population, alongside with then was the commerce and services need to sustain the inhabitants and spread throughout the city were numerous green zones, not only helping to purify the air but also as a relaxation area for those that made their living here.

Farther from the outskirts of the city was the industry. Large factory's areas worked day and night, producing the consumer goods, electronics and everything in between need for the planet and as an export to the rest of the Alliance.

The city itself was large and impressive, but the most prominent feature was GTVA seat of Government, the Capitol building. Towering over the rest of the metropolis, it was large and imposing. Metal and concrete superstructure, the glass covered exterior reflected the sun's light over the surrounding area. Inside the large building was the beating heart of the Galactic Terran-Vasudan Alliance, where all the decisions concerning the future were made, It was here that the General Assembly, containing representatives from all parts of the areas of Terran- Vasudan space and convenes every day to discuss the matters concerning domestic affairs, economic, industrial or social.

The General Assembly worked alongside the Security Council that handled the military affairs of the Terrans and the Vasudan Imperium that commanded the Vasudan armed forces and internal affairs, the Imperium also had representatives in the General Assembly. All three had representatives that bridged the gap between them with the General Assembly holding the reigns of the Alliance.

It was in one of the largest meeting room of the building where the Security Council gathered, usually to deal with the problems and issues that arose daily in the Alliance and define objectives and the strategic goals of the military forces, today was different. The usual debate replaced by the situation developing beyond the Mintaka jump node.

The Council was not as numerous as the General Assembly but shared its inability to quickly agree with a course of action when a problem presents itself, the members usually ended discussing amongst themselves with no progress being made.

At the head of the table sat the Administrator, the current appointed leading council member of the Security Council. He silently watched the remaining members, discussing amongst themselves how to handle the recent troubling discovery beyond the newly discovered territories. Since that news they had gathered to decide on a course of action, however, finding a solution was proving difficult as each member had their own way of dealing with the problem at hand while playing down down other ways, their arrogance proved challenging to surpass and allow them to agree with each other.

"I don't understand how can most of you take this so lightly? This is serious!" A voice rose above the others.

"We are not taking this lightly, I believe most of us are confused at what to do next. This was completely unexpected."

"Completely!" Another agreed "The records had been checked, several times now. There was no previous knowledge of that system, so Terrans being there.." The councilman trailed off.

"Is impossible!" Another finished.

"Apparently not as impossible as it seems."

"We have to take this with a rational mind, and not take actions so impulsively, and I don't need to remind this council what happened when we act on impulse as the recent situation with the 3rd fleet can attest."

The discussion again rose louder before the administrator slammed his hand on the table, giving a silent disapproving glare at the rest of the council. The noise lowered until all were silent, not willing to be on the receiving end of another of his tirades.

Apparently satisfied he turned towards the last one to speak "You are correct in that we have to think first before acting, and from the way you are talking you probably already have something to propose. Am I, right?

The councilor fidgeted for a moment before raising slowly. Clearing her throat, she addressed the Administrator, "Thank you." Then she turned towards the rest. They all stared at her, waiting for her speech, forcing upon her the weight of responsibility "Fellow council members, as you all know, Ever since this began, Command began working almost non-stop, analysing all possible course of action and their consequences, something we all should know given that they handed the report to this council earlier before." The jab was not lost as several started raising their voice. However, a call from the administrator silenced them. She smirked, her stab at their pride successful. "Thank you again, Administrator. Continuing on, after several meetings between them and the Vasudans, they have sent several proposed for future courses of action."

"Which are?" One of the most sensible members asked. One of the rare kind, that usually listened before speaking.

"The first and most immediate one is collapsing the Jump Node, the Soyakaze is present, and it could be done in the next hour should we choose to do so." Several nodded at the proposal "However it will lock us out of possibly rich and virgin territory that we can use in the future for the good of the GTVA."

"The second is to simply wait. Employing only the minimal amount of forces for exploration of the other side and let time take its course. However, it will permanently tie a battle group there, securing the node to prevent intrusions, a battlegroup that could be useful in other systems."

"Third we task the GTVI and SOC to covertly scout the other side, gathering information on these Terrans and their unknown enemy." A few members fidgeting at earing the name of GTVI "It will have his share of danger but given that this is what the SOC lives on, there would be a minimal direct threat to the alliance.

"Fourth and last one is to task the 14th Fleet itself to scout the other side, forgoing the need for stealth. This will, of course, be faster and get more accurate results but will probably give up our existence to whatever is prowling on the other side."

"So fellow council members, the cards are laid bare on the table, and we must choose. The longer we take, the higher the risk."

"What risks? The is no sign whatsoever of Shivan presence, and whoever these Terrans are or their still unconfirmed enemy, we can at the very least attempt to contact them."

The council leader shook his head in disbelief. Even after everything that happened in the past, there as those that never learned. "Fellow council member." He began. "No signs of Shivan presence doesn't mean that they aren't there. Remember how the second invasion began, we though Gamma Draconis explored. We were wrong."

The speaker nodded, still not wholly convinced but silenced at the moment. The Administrator rose slowly, eyeing each member in turn before opening his arms. "These are our options, he must decide on a course of action, each has its rewards and danger, but we must choose. This meeting will not end without we all agreeing."

The chatter rose in volume again, but this time it was more focused more direct, now with the options cut to four, it would be faster to select one: as time went on the Security Council reached an understanding.

They will not sever the node, nor will the 14th fleet got through and waiting was fruitless and in hindsight a waste of resources.

In the end, it was chosen that the SOC will send a task force to reconnoiter the unknown system. Arrangements were quickly and expertly made. A few hours later a small group of warships was already making its way to Mintaka and the area beyond it.

UNKNOWN STAR SYSTEM

GTC SCIMITAR

Captain Bram stood hands being his back as he watched the busy medics on the other side of the observation window of the special containment zone of the Scimitar. It was one of the changes that came when the ship was modified to a science cruiser. It was a necessity should some type of disease or contagion was brought on board. As of now, it was inside it that the examination of the remains they found floating outside was proceeding.

He wasn't happy with this situation. He disliked being surprised and caught unprepared especially when he had years of experience on his shoulders, and this was one of those times. Observing alongside was the leader of the science team. Like Bram, he shared his surprise at the finding, but while Bram was annoyed, he was eager to get answers. "It is a Terran. No doubt about it."

Captain Bram heard the statement with a tinge of suspicion and worry. This finding was not only troubling, but it also brought with it a slew of questions that he was just not ready to answer, in his mind this was just not possible. "But how? How come there are Terrans here? On this system? There were no expeditions, no knowledge of this system, hell, the jump node was only recently stabilized!"

The chief was eager but also kept in mind that facts that worked against Terrans being present here "I don't know captain." He sighed "It seems impossible, but the fact remains that, whoever these people are, biologically they are Terrans."

Bram took another glance at the room beyond the reinforced glass. The medical team was equipped with sealed full body suits, a standard procedure in these types of situation to prevent infection by an unknown disease or something similar. They moved around the body, cataloging items and examining both him, it was a man without a doubt, along with his belongings. To the side of the sealed room on top of another table was the flight suit the unknown Terran was wearing before being brought on board.

On the far back inside another reinforced container was the crystal shard they found outside, that after a more thorough inspection there were many more hidden amongst the other remains. Numerous apparatus surrounded it along with two scientists with sealed suits were examining the piece and taking notes of the results of the tests.

It was clear just by simple observation that whoever these people were, they had been in a battle. Now, whether they were the aggressor or the defender he did not know, nor can he even guess at why this possible war began, but even now the nearby probe and the Scimitar itself were combing the debris, also moving into the asteroid field where the concentration was higher. He wasn't expecting to find any survivors but they still searched for them and any type of information it can help the Alliance unravel this mystery.

Focusing his gaze on the flight suit he studied it with critical eyes, noting all the details it displayed, a simple observation noticed that it was similar to the one used by the Terran pilots. There were differences of course, but it was a simple and practical design. However, the initial report he read puts at a significantly lower technology level, which matches the initial scans from the destroyed ships.

Still, there was something wrong with this, it shouldn't be possible. "Captain?" An ensign approached him, saluting and standing at attention with all the eagerness of a fresh recruit.

"Yes?" He let a slight smirk as it reminded him of when he was younger before he grew up and gained experience, through the hardships of command.

"Transmission from the GTD Warlord sir. Admiral Mallory want's to speak with you personally."

"Very well, I'll be in the meeting room. I'll take the transmission there."

"Yes, Captain I'll do so at once." The ensign saluted before moving away. He took a last glance at the sealed room before walking away, still confused about all of this, he tried to dispel the thought from his mind. He could do little as this was something for the researchers to solve, so he focused on the mission, to protect them as they gather the solution to this problem.

It didn't take long until Bram reached his destination. He entered the room locking the door behind him. He sat down in front of one of the terminals, powering it up and typing in his personal code. The screen lit up, characters scrolled rapidly across the screen, garbled at first but seconds later a single word flashed slowly on the center, connecting.

Bram kept a stoic face as the computer linked up with the Warlord and decrypted the signal. Seconds later the Face of Admiral Mallory was visible. "Captain Bram, I trust that everything is going well? How is the analysis going?"

Bram nodded slowly "Yes Admiral, nothing new to report, however, we still have the problem of the discovery of Terrans here."

Mallory's face darkened "Yes. A complicated and thorny subject, the Security Council is unsure what to do."

Bram scoffed at the mention of the Security Council "As usual, so no surprise there!" Bram rubbed his chin "But continuing on, I have nothing more at the moment but the enthusiasm that the research team is showing I expect a breakthrough at any moment."

Mallory considered his words, seemingly deep in thought before resuming his previous stance "It is good to hear that, but don't put your selves in danger. You are alone there and without support."

"Again, nothing new to me Admiral."

Mallory gave a thin smile, apparently satisfied at his Captain confidence. "I know Captain, but I can not allow you to stay there alone, so to that end, I'm sending the GVC Kemwer."

Bram frown raised in silent surprise. He didn't expect the Vasudans here, but nevertheless, their support was welcomed "A Vasudan cruiser?"

"Yes, Captain. The ship will make the transition in the next hour. Their standing orders are to escort and protect you should anything happens."

"Of course Admiral," Bram smirked, quite pleased the Vasudans working alongside them and not another ship filled with white-coated civilians to babysit. "It will be a pleasured working with the Vasudans."

"Remember Captain they are there to defend the Scimitar, the rest of the mission still stands." Mallory shook his head "We need answers and we them fast!"

REGULUS STAR SYSTEM

DILARIN SHIPYARDS

Captain Damian stood behind the transport pilot, his excitement not allowing him to sit down, he hasn't felt like this in years and was enjoying every minute of it. Usually, an unexpected transfer was not considered a good thing, especially when Command is directly involved, as it meant that one screwed up and was being punished for it.

For Damian and his crew, however, was a blessing in disguise, no longer having to deal with the obnoxious and stuck up scientist of the Copernicus. Now they served under a fully fledged military fleet. He was excited, but part of him also knew that things will be harder from now on, with lives at risk and crew that was his responsibility.

The small Elysium transport shook slightly as the engines rumbling with increased power, approached the large shipyards. The Elysium was an old design, in fact, one of the earliest ship classes still in service, it dated back from before the Great War. It was a very successful design, but decades later it was finally being replaced by the Corsair.

The Corsair was built upon the same basic design, redesigning it with heavier armor, increased engine output, and optimized power grid. It was larger but far more effective at ferrying people and with greater defensive capabilities, as its 4 defense turrets could attest, it didn't mean that the Elysium will suddenly disappear, as in the civilian market it was extraordinarily successful and orders to buy it was always present.

Damian looked out the front window, the Dilarin shipyards spread out before him. The main construction, and repair of the Regulus system, it was fairly impressive, but in comparison with the Vasudan shipyards in Altair or the ones at Delta Serpentis, it was small.

The smile never left Damian's face as he observed the numerous structures that comprised the shipyard, there were all types of ships here. The most significant slips occupied by a Hecate and an Orion, he felt a brief pang of sadness, they were the Aquitaine and the Carthage, being refitted after the debacle of the Mintaka node, whom he was present when it happened.

Besides the destroyers, there were Corvettes and cruisers, both under repair or construction and those that were patrolling the surrounding area. That, however, was not why he was here. Damian was sent here by the Admiral to take command of a newly built warship. He was given very little beside it being in the cruiser class and a prototype.

The pilot engaged in an Exchange with a docking controller, before continuing along the shipyard. In less than a minute he cleared another repair slip, and headed towards a smaller one, a Ganymede repair ring, half a dozen cruiser class ships were docked in the repair station ports, pinpricks of light signaling the presence of repair drones that surrounded them providing repair and maintenance. Nothing new to Damian but one caught his attention as it was different from the rest.

He frowned in concentration, it looked like the Leviathan or Fenris cruiser, it shared the same design, central superstructure with boxy engines at the rear and the ventral sloped front hull, reminiscent of ancient sailing ships. That, however, was the full extent of the similarities, the engines were longer and somewhat sleeker, the front was far longer and enlarged, and overall it had heavier armor as well as painted in the dull grey monotone typical of Terran cruisers.

He was impressed, it was far larger than the other cruisers and a far more imposing presence than even the Vasudan Mentu heavy cruiser.

"What ship is that?" He could not hold his curiosity in check, so he turned to the pilot for answers.

"I don't know sir" The pilot answered without turning towards him, flying the transport amongst the ship filled shipyard demanding his full attention. However, he still tried to explain to his superior.

Damian gave a critical look at the cruiser as they got closer to it, taking in all the detail he could, before it went out of sight, however, the transport didn't deviate from it, and it was, in fact, approaching it rapidly, it dawned on him that it was their destination.

"Attention, we are initiating docking procedure so buckle up and wait for further instructions." The pilot spoke into the ship intercom, before turning his head to Damian "Sir, I advise you to return to your seat, before docking."

Damian took a second to process as he was still staring at the large cruiser, before nodding and quickly making his way to his designated chair in the Elysium transport area. He could barely contain his excitement as the transport began it docking maneuvers. Along with him a large part of the remainder of the military crew that, like him, were posted on the Copernicus.

Most had a neutral expression, content in keeping to themselves a few were trying to glimpse the outside through the transports scant viewports. A dull thud and light shaking signaled the completion of the transport mission, now connected to the more massive ship thorough a side airlock.

"We have arrived. Connection and stable and ready to open." The pilot's voice blared from the intercom, louder than needed but clear. Damian was the first to unfasten the safety belts and move to the airlock, the rest of the crew taking their time. Although displaying the same excitement as their captain they were still quite pleased with leaving the Copernicus and actually do something different.

When the transfer order came, Admiral Mallory gave them a choice of leaving with the Captain or stay. He asserted that there was no reprimand on either option, and a few decided to stay behind, preferring the quiet life to the almost certain more stressful and dangerous mission of an active front-line warship.

Damian crossed the airlock into the cruiser, on the other side, two people were waiting for him. A short and thin man, dressed in a dirty full body engineer suit and a large datapad in his hands. His hair, unlike the suit, was well kept and cut military regulations, he had an air of irritation about him. The other figure was a woman who was dressed in officers garb, well kept and wrinkle-free, her small hazel eyes stared at him with a curious gaze.

She took a step forward. "Welcome to the GTC Ticonderoga, the newest addition to the 14th Teran Fleet, I am Commander Elisa, executive officer and besides me is the ships chief engineer An Jian, responsible for the workings and maintenance of the ship's systems."

Damian saluted, promptly returned by the Commander "Thank you, I am Captain Kory Damian, and I've just been transferred here by Admiral Mallory too assume official command of this warship." Damian tried to keep an even professional tone, but the eagerness swelling inside him was making it difficult. If the Commander noticed, she kept it hidden.

"Yes, Captain. The Admiral as told us to wait for your arrival." She looked over Damian's shoulder, noting the rest of the crew patiently waiting for them to finish their introductions. "I hope you and your crew had a good rest before coming here, as we have a lot to do and are terribly shorthanded."

Engineer Jian coughed before shaking his head. "That's an understatement Commander!"

"Yes, but complaining won't get us anywhere." Commander Elisa addressed Jian, clearly annoyed with the man's negative attitude before returning her attention to Damian. "I'll have someone show the crew to their quarters and workstations. For now, it's better you come with us, sir. We'll give you a tour of the ship and report on its status."

Damian acknowledged and followed her, the remainder of the crew entering many talking amongst themselves while a few silently observed their surrounding, wondering what the future as brought them.

Less than an hour later Damian had lost nearly all elation about his new assignment. Yes, he was reassigned to a new ship, a prototype no less, but given its state, it was a gift wrapped in thorns. In his eagerness, he failed to take into account that by being a prototype, the cruiser was probably filled with an abundance of problems traditionally found in newly designed ships.

The tour had shown him the real state of the Ticonderoga. "It looked far more impressive from the outside." Damian stated in subdued disbelief, the corridors of the ship were in disarray, tools, and spare parts were lying about, technicians scurried about like ants, working on various subsystems, attempting to put the ship to operational parameters "At least it better than pushing about in a freighter."

His attempt at inserting a joke to decrease the irritation of Jian failed, or the engineer most likely ignored it. Jian was walking alongside him, his face locked in a perpetual frown. Commander Elisa had shown in the bridge and his quarters before leaving for the nearby station to resolve personal problems. But before going, she ordered Jian to give the rest of the tour.

Jian shook his head then looked down at the always present datapad in his hand "Impressive? For a cruiser perhaps!" For Damian, it had been a rude wake-up call. He had quite a bit of work before him so that they could get the Ticonderoga operational, they rounded the corner a technician carting a bundle of tools almost bumping into them, after offering a quick apology he then moved quickly away. "We will be lucky to have it ready to move in a few days!"

Much to do, Damian mentally asserted himself. "Well, the Admiral did say that it was still in the final stages of operational evaluation."

The engineer scoffed at the Admiral's excuse "If it is in the final evaluations then, whoever accepted those reports deserved to be shoved out of an airlock." He paused, then took a deep breath calming himself before continuing. "The ship still needs work, a lot of work in fact. I don't know how the Admiral hopes we can manage to get her ready in such a short amount of time."

"I suspect there is pressure to make the ship as combat worthy as soon as possible, even if it means a going to the front lines with half the systems having hiccups every ten minutes."

They entered a lift that after a few seconds lead them to another corridor, this one far cleaner and quieter than the last few they passed. This went about for the next hour and a half, with Jian going through the various systems and decks of the cruiser, Damian paid close attention trying to memorize what he was being told, more than once he had asked the engineer to repeat, greatly annoying him.

In the end, after they finished at the sparsely occupied bridge. Jian passing a single datapad to Damian's hands before leaving in a hurry. Damian observed the bridge, it was smaller than the one in the Copernicus but being a pure warship had fewer stations but none of them was for exploration or analysis, only the cruisers critical systems. The command chair was near the back wall overlooking the rest of the bridge, he wasn't alone. A pair of technicians were working together on an open panel on the far side of the bridge, while a single ensign was manning the communications station.

He sat on the command chair, feeling it and adjusting to his liking before he started to think better about his situation. The engineer, Jian, was right, the ship wasn't yet ready for travel much less for combat, he wondered how they will manage in such a short amount of time.

In any case, despite all the shortcomings he was happy. He didn't really expect this after being thoroughly admonished by High Command for his misconduct, even if he knows he was in the right. Now he chuckled at the thought but at the time he was shaken, he fully expected to be transferred to somewhere at the end of known space, probably living the rest of his life as a docking controller in a near-forgotten station.

When Admiral Mallory, contacted him for his immediate transfer to the 14th fleet and command of a warship, he was overjoyed, at least he could make a difference, make amends for his last years. On the inside he was not expecting this, his first real command was a prototype cruiser, the only one of its kind, and with it all the problems that entailed along the necessary reports.

He started perusing the datapad, it contained the specifications of the Ticonderoga, detailing what its capable of. It was intended to replace the Leviathan as the heavy cruiser of the Terran fleet as such it has extensive armor, almost matching the Vasudan Mentu heavy cruiser.

It was both faster and had far more advanced subsystems than the Leviathan, as for the rest, the weapons systems were far superior, a single medium Class 2 beam cannon supplemented by two Class 3 light slashers, a single modular torpedo launcher, and two heavy pulse turrets. As for the defense the besides the common light pulse turrets, Phalanx AA beams and Shredder flak cannons where the inclusion of four close-range missile systems, dubbed the Stinger, with an improved Fighter killer missile.

It was quite a unique ship, at least for the moment. Damian had no doubt that there were probably more hulls in construction but until then this was a one of a kind ship. He took a deep breath, organizing his thoughts.

For now, he just had to bring the ship to minimal operating parameters, when that was done he had to assign the crew, both old and new to their stations, making a mental note to ask Commander Elisa for assistance.

He put the datapad down, reclining in the command chair, it was more comfortable than it needed to be. After all that, they will set course to New Capella and join the 2nd Tactical Division and assist them in their mission, and to test the capabilities of the Ticonderoga.

He suddenly got up earning a sideways glance from the ensign and moved out of the bridge, going to his personal quarters. Damian somewhat nervous but determined, he was given a second chance, and he would not fail again, be it pirates or Shivans he will show the Admiral that his thrust was well placed.

SOL SYSTEM

EARTH DOME

Elizabeth Levi was frantic as she walked quickly towards the main conference room of Earth dome. Behind her several haggard advisors struggling to catch up with the speeding president. Displaying extraordinary vitality, President Levy hurried to hear the one piece of good news that they had these last few weeks. The transmission of one raiding fleet that managed to survive the Minbari onslaught caught her, and everyone else in earth dome by surprise. Not only that but they had information that could prove vital to the survival of Earth.

She rounded the corner, seeing General Robert Lefcourt and several other navy officers waiting at the entrance of the conference room. They were talking excitedly with each other but quiet down as soon as they noticed her arrival. Lefcourt was the first to address her.

"Thank you for coming on such a short notice Madam President, but we have urgent news to discuss."

Levy simply nodded and entered the room, not willing to waste any more time. Taking her seat at the broad table forefront with the others quickly following suit. When everybody was seated, she pressed a button on the communicator. "This meeting is now starting and I am not to be interrupted unless the issue needs my direct attention." Turning back to the assembled staff he locked eyes with Lefcourt.

"General, so it is true!" She began. Her voice low and dangerous.

"Yes. The fleet as arrived in Sirius hours ago, and it's command staff as just finished debriefing. Thought they left and disobeyed their current standing orders, they bring with them a critical piece of information that could be a chance at Earth's survival."

Despite everything, it was welcoming news and a morale boost to the struggling Earth Force, a signal that despite everything, survival was possible, even if the chance was infinitely small. The military aspect of disobeying orders was still on the table but that matter was on the Generals hands.

"Those are good news General, even if they had to disregard orders, but on that issue, if this information is as valuable as they claim to be, perhaps a little leniency is in order, in the end, I will leave their punishment, should it exist in your hands and will stand by it." Lefcourt nodded with a smile, satisfied with the President's decision.

With the matter settled she returned to the initial topic. "So General tell what is the first conclusion from their debriefing?"

Lefcort took out a crystal from a pocked and insert it into the socket assigned to his seat. A large viewscreen on the far all light up, displaying for a few seconds the symbol of Earth Alliance, before showing the battle of Dakota. The room was darkened to ease viewing, which was good as it hid the painful flinch each time an earth force ship was destroyed, bisected by the thin green beams of the Minbari warships.

On the other hand, several of the present advisors clenched their fist when the first Minbari frigate was destroyed by the EAS Monolith and winced when the Minbari counterattacked in force, finally smiling when two more Minbari warships fell to a missile saturation strike.

"They fought well," Levy whispered to Lefcourt, who nodded at her statement but kept quiet.

There was a lull in the fighting as the remnants of the earth fleet retreated to their command station, waiting for the final attack, which in the end never came. The Minbari suddenly seem to stop. The blue hulled ships floated serenely as if waiting for something then suddenly the orange glow of jump points formed, the Minbari quickly entering them. In seconds the only vessels present where the Earth ships.

Levy and those that didn't review the recording before were puzzled. Minbari rarely retreated and when they do is to prepare a trap. The situation of the Lexington task force came to mind, fortunately than ended terribly for the Minbari.

For seconds the recording remained the same, the Earth ships huddled around the Monolith as starfurys seem lost without an enemy to fight. Suddenly the view shifted to a growing wave of energy, emanating from a far away point.

Levy was stunned, several advisors, asking what was that, in cleary shocked voices. For their part, the Earth fleet responded efficiently, with the Monolith opening a single jump point allowing all other to pass through and itself going in the last. The recording ended and the room automatically brightening. The silence that following was unnerving, as all looked at the President waiting for her to speak.

"General? What was that?" She got her surprise under control, keeping a cool, level-headed facade, but on the inside, her mind filled with questions.

"We are not sure. That was a recording of the raiding fleet's confrontation with a Minbari task force, and by reviewing this recording as well as the flight logs, and analysis of the fleet's command staff debriefing, this unknown anomaly was what allowed the fleet to escape."

Levy narrowed his eyes "An unknown type of anomaly?"

"Yes sir, and at this point, it is all we can deduce. The initial review of logs by the research department speculates that it could possibly be a hyperspace storm that bled into realspace, a theory on their existence was proposed years ago, although there are still many unknown variables to look at. What we do know is that, whatever it was, even the Minbari ran from it."

Levy crossed her hands, digesting the information. "I've read about that theory somewhere, a long time ago, and if my memory doesn't fail me, there were many what-ifs during its presentation. It doesn't convince me."

"Yes." Lefcourt agreed "But it is the closest thing known to us that matches what we saw."

He took a deep breath, reorganizing his thoughts. "Still, it made the Minbari retreat and saved the fleet."

"Yes it did save our fleet, and for that, I am grateful for it. However, in the message I received, there was a point where it said that there was something that could be used against the Minbari. What is it?"

"Yes, ma'am. There is a possibility. As we know, the anomaly was powerful, but there are a few in the science department that suggest we could replicate the anomaly for use against the Minbari fleet."

Levy this time could not hide her surprise. She had just been told that it was utterly unknown, and now, wanting to use it in the war effort was quite a stretch. "How? According to the same department, it was overall an unknown thing! How do you intend to use it?"

"Unknown yes, but even if the underlying mechanics of it are not understood, the end result is very much measurable and observable. They already have in mind several ways to achieve the same result. However, they still need time and to analyze the anomaly itself, we only need your approval."

Levy rubbed her temples lightly. A headache was slowly returning, the relentless sensation was her near-constant companion. Still, she silently worked over the meaning of the Generals words. "So, General, you want to send another task-force to Dakota to analyze the anomaly closer? And that just after we almost lost another fleet, not to mention that the Minbari give or take another month will strike in our core systems!" She took a deep breath "Should we keep the ships here?"

General Lefcourt nodded slowly as he understood the president's question, it was pertinent to the subject. However, he had a counter for it "I understand your worry madam President, however, a few ships won't make a difference. It is better for us to try this at the very least." He crossed his fingers "Perhaps we will be lucky and find something that could help us. If not then at least those on those ships might hide and escape the Minbari and settle elsewhere."

The president leaned forward, arms crossed on top of the table, deep in thought. General Lefcourt was right, they won't make a difference. However, this was a high-risk mission, far in Minbari controlled territories.

She sighed they at least had to try, that much was certain. Nevertheless the danger the mission possed was not only from the Minbari. Tampering with Hyperspace was something that was avoided at all costs as it always brought dire consequences, in other times she wouldn't even consider it, but the threat of extinction loomed over humanity and it was her duty to ensure its survival.

"Go ahead general, do want you must, but make the department responsible and those accompanying the task force to be extra careful, we are wading in unknown waters."

"Of course madam president. I'll be sure they are warned."

"One other thing General, who are you sending?"

General Lefcourt, pursed his lips it was clear he was deep in thought. Most likely having recollections of the choice that was made when the assignment for the scouting party that started this war. He opened his mouth to answer but another voice was heard from the other side of the table.

"I volunteer to go!"

President Levy smirked as Lefcourt looked the commander over, a small smile tugging at his lips. He was actually expecting this, one of the reasons he brought him along, knowing that he would never back down and was thrust to make the right decision, that, and the fact he was one of the most experienced commanders still alive in Earthforce. "Commander, you know that this is most likely a one-way mission!"

"Yes, General. I know and gladly take up the risk." Sheridan raised from the chair "It is better than simply wait for the Minbari to come kicking our door down."

Lefcourt nodded, silently approving of Sheridan's offer "Very well commander, you are to return to the Lexington and wait for further orders, you are dismissed."

Sheridan stood ramrod straight, saluted and left the room. Lefcourt returned his gaze back to the President "I have faith in him, I know he will do his best and always do the right decision."

"I know general, but I assume he won't be going alone. I am correct?"

"Yes. I would send the Monolith again, Captain Linvail as shown impressive command abilities so far along with him, the EAS Athena with Captain Ralston, she as survived several encounters with the Minbari. All of them under the command of Sheridan, to avoid unexpected situations."

President Levy considered the Generals proposals. They were all capable commanders. People that were needed should the Minbari come here, but on the other hand, qualified for missions such as these. In the end, she approved.

"Those are good choices General, when will they be ready to launch?"

"As soon as the Monolith is repaired and we gather a team to analyze the anomaly. Captain Ralston is already in Sirius with the Athena undergoing maintenance. I estimate in a few days, at best."

"Excellent. I want to be kept up to date on the mission at all times."

"Of course, ma'am President."

"And General?" Levy locked eyes with him. Her expression in a mask of seriousness and determination "I know of Sheridan's abilities, but, never the less, make sure that they know whats at stake here and should this mission be a wild goose chase, they are to return home."

Levy directed her gaze towards the main screen of the room, the symbol of the Earth Alliance floating serenely on top a backdrop of black. "They are all capable commanders, but Sheridan is a symbol. A beacon of hope in this war. He must not die. It would be a great blow to the already low morale."

General Lefcourt understood what the President meant. Yes, Sheridan was competent and would see the mission done, but she was right, he must not die. "I'll talk with the other commanders, they will ensure his survival." Lefcourt paused for a few seconds, an idea crossing his mind. "And with your permission send additional forces."

"Whatever it takes General!" A hint of desperation seeping into Levy's voice "Find out something that could help us, and bring our people back safely!"


Nothing. It was the only way to describe his surroundings. The black void was endless, he could see or feel nothing else, except for the cold. It was a feeling so intense that it threatened to overcome his conscience and yet, he still remained, aware of it all. He looked around trying to find something, anything, besides the oppressive darkness.

It was unnerving. Not knowing where this is, how he got here and most of all, why. One step, a small attempt, then another and then he found himself walking, not knowing where he was going. The surroundings were pure black but there was something substantial below, something he could stand on, it helped ground his mind. An island of sanity in a sea of madness.

He didn't know how long he wandered around, changed directions countless times and yet the background never changed. More than once he tried to shout, to call someone, but his voice cut even before it left his throat, he was afraid

Suddenly he stopped but not by choice. He could feel it, something took hold of his body holding it in place as if a giant invisible vice caught him, then watching in horror as the black void shimmered and faded away, replaced by a green-tinged sky, and a vast rolling plain with short dark yellow grass, waving ever so slightly in the light breeze.

He blinked several times, unsure what was happening but at least he could now freely move his body. A quick scan of the horizon he could see a city, the high tower like buildings were clearly seen as they reflected light in a way that looked like shimmering crystal. Small darker dots flew amongst the towering structures, it was hard to tell at this distance but they were most likely ships.

The peaceful sight was shattered when in an instant a pillar of blueish energy fell upon the city consuming it in a torrent of destruction, he raised his arms in defense as the focused blast continued to pour from the sky forcing the power outwards, engulfing the surrounding area, and approaching his location.

He expected pain, even if brief, as the energy overtook him, instead, he felt nothing as the energy passed through him. The surprise disappeared instantly as he stared mouth agape as the once pristine life filled world was turned into a desolate landscape. Nothing was left. The city and whoever lived there, gone.

The confusion he felt was slowly turning into anger. Was this real? Was this a nightmare? It was just impossible to explain. But seeing what just transpired, all this destruction, he could only ask one thing, and this time his voice came out, strong and determined. 'Why?'

The world stopped. Nothing moved, the flames, dust, everything. It was if time itself froze at his question, struggling for an answer. The anger he felt was quickly being drained away as it was replaced by apprehension and another feeling, that on the terrible sensation that he wasn't alone and was being watched.

He searched around, nothing, then he looked up.

His hairs stood on end, a cold shiver ran down his spine as the blood drained from his face and tears filled his eyes. It was fear, the pure, unaltered primal terror that gripped him, mind and body. He couldn't move, couldn't speak and could barely manage breath in short, painful gasps.

Up in the sky were red glowing eyes. The pinpricks of light focused their eerie light upon him. He didn't know how long he stood there, watching the menacing sight. He wanted to run, hide, anything but staying here. The sight filled him with fear and despair.

More than once he tried to tear his eyes from the visage but couldn't, his body refused to act. Suddenly the eyes intensity grew, and he fell on his knees one hand on his chest. Pain surging, like a thousand needles stabbing his heart, a high pitched screech filled his mind, he felt something he couldn't describe, a sensation like a worm moving about in his mind, eating away at his memories absorbing them, examining them, laying them bare for all to see.

He breathed deeply to ease the pain, groaning as the struggle only made it harder to bear it. Trying to cover his ears was useless as the sharp sound seem to pierce directly into his brain.

"LET ME GO!?"

Everything stopped, the sounds, the pain, the broken world around him seem to dissolve, replaced by a backdrop of a blue and white whirlpool of energy, surges of energy spread around like lightning. Subspace.

Struggling to stand, legs wavering like water still he found the strength, all around him subspace swirled, he breathed deeply, testing if he was indeed alive. It shouldn't be possible, he should be dead. Here he stood right in the middle of another dimension without the safe walls of a starship to shield him from the destructive power. The energy of subspace flowed serenely all around him but it was merely a mask, for he knew that in the calm, almost peaceful sight, it held eternal power, he looked up, despair slowly coming back as he saw the number of eyes multiplying, their deep red light centered on him.

"Why?" was the only thing he could say.

Whispers filled his mind, many alien voices he could not understand, threatening to overwhelm his senses, the pain returned to his brain again as if someone, or something, was pulling it open with their bare hands.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

Silence. He fell to his knees. Sweat pooling underneath him has he breathed forcefully. The pain left utterly, leaving his body numb and weak. The whispers disappeared as suddenly as they appear, leaving only the occasional energy discharge of the ever-present subspace to produce any kind of sound.

Then a single word filled his mind! Unlike before there was no whispers, no pain, and no pressure, just a single word. He was overwhelmed he didn't understand but the immense power that single word held made everything insignificant, ships, weapons, stars it was all meaningless to it.

"Destroyers!"

Images exploded into his mind, he saw stars born and die, starships of every type, Terran, Vasudan, alien, first moving then lifeless husks, planets, living beings of all kinds, subspace, all of it was connected. And then a single image burned into his mind, the eyes light glowed brighter until all he could fell was their intense heat as it overwhelmed his senses.

"Preservers!"

He rose strait with a scream, hands instinctively clutching his head, trying to pull out the whispers tearing at his mind, the surrounding medical staff, alerted by the sudden scream swarmed him attempting to hold him down, but it was of little use. Strength induced adrenaline filled him as he clawed at his head, his fingers drawing blood from the scalp, the sensation was overwhelming.

"Get him down! Hold him still and administer the tranquil…!"

Another scream left his mouth, a mixture of fear and pain, and then suddenly fell unconscious. His body was limp as a rag doll, everyone present looked at each other shocked, unable to make sense of what they just witnessed. Nevertheless, they gently lowering him back on to the bed, this time strapping is arms and legs to the bed as a safety measure.

"Keep him under full-time observation!" The leading doctor spoke, his voice low and serious. "I have to report this situation."

He moved away, leaving the rest to tend to the unconscious man. This was highly unusual, but it was within the parameters he was tasked with searching in the survivors, his superiors will be extremely pleased with having another subject.