Chapter 5-Breather Period

Orbital Repair bay, Vulcan Low Orbit

Commander Wellings was inspecting the damage done to the ship. They got off lucky, with only minor hull damage, though the shields and armour were almost completely blown away. A repair at Thundersdawn would be needed, luckily that's just where they were headed next.

Several Tau'ri and Vulcan engineers were studying over the Aschen shield generator. It was scanned extensively for any form of trap, it seemed rather foolish of them to let go of an extremely advanced technology, even to use it as a distraction for escape. After 4 days testing, it was brought to a secure location in the Eridani Oort Cloud, for extensive study into its capabilities. Personally she'd love to incorporate it onto the ship, it was incredible how fast the shields regenerated. From what most of them Engineers could speculate, Aschen shielding lacked the overall capacity of Tau'ri and Goa'uld shielding, but made up for it in its regenerative powers. Lieutenant Reese, who helped to incorporate the Ion Cannons into a Tau'ri format, was even baffled at the complete incomparability with Tau'ri techbase.

"Ensign as soon as the we've gathered our personal together, report to the captain that were ready to go." The commander ordered to the beta shift comm. Officer, it seems Ensign Yates, the alpha duty officer, was having a ball down on Vulcan, as well as several dozen other officers in their rest break. Seems the whole RSS was filled with trekkies these days….

"Aye sir, the captain said we're going to pick up a few additional crewmembers for the Journey to Alpha, and see if we can pick up a few reinforcements." He pauses before looking to the commander "Take it negotiations went well then?" he asked with a smirk.

The commander gave one of her own ",guess we'll find out for sure, when the captain comes back won't we?"

Vulcan Capital

"So then we come to an agreement, several of our officers will accompany you to your colony system, and help to acquire help from you military, in exchange for our complete star maps?" asked the Ambassador

Davis nodded, "That's about as much as I can offer you as of this moment, I would need permission of my superiors for an exchange of technology, but with the study of the shield generator by both our people, it should lead to build a form of trust between us both."

"I agree completely, it is a shame I would not be able to join you, fortunately my assistant here would be of sufficient aid," he indicated to the young Vulcan next to him "Soval has served my being as well as his people faithfully, I hope he could be as equal help to you." They all rose from the table as Su'vok "I wish you both well on your journey to Tau'ri space." He raised his hand and split the fingers between the middle and ring fingers in Vulcan custom "Peace, and long life."

Both Soval and Davis returned the gesture "Live long and prosper." As Su'vok was beamed out of the building to who knows where. Soval turned to the captain "I was unaware you knew of our traditions captain."

Davis grinned "oh trust me, most of my people know of you better then you know yourself Soval." He walked of to the launch bay to his shuttle, when Soval raised an eyebrow in confusion, before following.

Meanwhile…

The 3 Aschen starships emerged out of hyperspace, battered to put it lightly. The Mothership barely holding itself together, they traveled at barely 500c to the nearest outpost to repair and report to Molum of the Tau'ri threat. Gerol, who was known for his lack of emotional control, was quite enraged at what the pitiful humans did to his ship, one of the few remaining Sersopian command ships that remained. But his anger was a cover for the fear that was slowly enveloping him, if the humans could do this damage with just one little ship, what could an entire fleet do? His people must prepare for another battle, to ensure the Aschen will rule and prosper in this galaxy when the Tau'ri are a distant memory.

"Commander, Supreme Ruler Molum is ready for conference with you, asking an explanation why this message is not coming from Vulcan." The intercom informed him. Sarcastic as ever Molum, it was your fault the our home world is in such a state, and with the odds turning against us, it will cause your own downfall.

"Put him through my quarters mid-officer." Gerol ordered, as the verbal war began.