Dimensional Location: The Starcraft Universe

Earth Year: 2712 AD.

"Fleet Status Update?" The Human Captain asked hopefully.

"They finally found something useful from the Borg Debris Field." The Science Officer says back smiling.


Dimensional Location: The Starcraft Universe

Earth Year: 2542 AD.

"Captain's Log, Day 4. The Node Drive sent us Three Hundred Light-Years before it ran completely out of Fuel. Based on our Mission Objectives, Reinforcements should continue to appear at random locations to help us keep the enemy from advancing." The 20 Year Old Captain recorded.

"Captain's Log, Day 7. The Reinforcements have stopped coming, we are stranded at Sub-Light Speeds and our Supply Lines have just vanished without any explanation. I must discover if something has gone wrong." The Captain says worriedly.

"Captain's Log, Day 8. The rest of the crew found our Missing Cruisers Without Fuel today. Apparently we missed the rendezvous coordinates somehow. I'll admit that I was growing nervous until we stumbled across them." The Captain reported.

"Captain's Personal Log, their Navigational Destination doesn't match ours. The entire meeting between us was completely accidental, I must investigate the possibility that they were abandoned by mistake." The Captain stated distastefully.

The Combat Alarm was sounding everywhere.

"What's going on?" The Captain asked instantly.

"Multiple Distress Calls, Multiple Locations." The answer came back.

"The Fuel Shortages are coming from everywhere, our Supply Lines are collapsing!" The Human Crew was starting to panic.

"The Zuul Fleet is not even here yet, why is this happening now?" The Captain asked rhetorically.


The closest Human Fleet was 200 Miles away and heading somewhere to their Left Flank.

The only way they found it was their Homing Beacons were still broadcasting back to whoever sent new instructions.

Returning home was now impossible, reaching their destination was at least more realistic if their Fuel Tankers survived the long trip.

"Radar Contact Detected, it's a Starship Log Recorder." The Science Officer reported.

"Dispatch Salvage Teams to recover the object." The Captain orders hopefully.

The EVA Suits left using Jet Packs to recover the Log Recorder and then returned to the ship.


The Armor Class Destroyer was never designed for Interstellar Exploration, it was built for Space Combat and the Space Suits were their only way of leaving the ship without the Fuel Tankers.

The Tankers brought the Supply Lines and nobody else can use the Air Locks without them.

It was basically another example how the Sword of the Stars Universe worked.

Everyone was expendable if their Interstellar Government lost the war.

Their fight to the death philosophy was exactly what they needed against the Zuul Warriors, however, their Node Drives were unpredictable enough to backfire whenever they activated.

Their entire armada was instantly stranded and thankfully the Zuul Fleet experienced the same problem.

"The Node Drives stranded both sides without Fuel and now the Zuul Pirates are scattering. What are we missing here?" The Captain ponders.

"The Sol Force probably sabotaged their own Node Drive Research when they stopped using it." The Science Officer speculated.

"So the Terran Dominion will need to restart their own Node Drive Research from scratch to see what went wrong?" The Captain asked.

"It is also possible that we misjudged the Fuel Requirements before we left orbit." The Science Officer speculated.

"The Bottom Line is the Node Drives are all useless to us regardless how they got us here, one way trip indeed." The Captain summarized.


The Command Crew stared out at the stars praying for a miracle to happen.

"Reduce Speed and try to Conserve Fuel." The Captain decided.

"Communications to the Mining Convoy Established, Sir." The Communications Officer reported.

"Try to stay in contact as long as you can, ask them if they can relay our signal to other ships." The Captain says back hopefully.

"New Radar Contact, Allied Flight Recorder Detected." The Science Officer reported.

"Reinforcements at last, how many ships?" The Captain looked happy.

"1 Cruiser, 3 Tankers. Current Distance, 4 Days Travel at best speed." The Science Officer reported.

"Not much help, but, at least it's something." The Captain says back thoughtfully.