Alrighty, so I recieved a lot of comments last chapter, many of which regarded the low numbers in the military. I do have my reasons for doing this, some of it is due to looking at trends of militaries today - they are getting smaller - and other reasons are to do with budgets, and another reason is due to the nature of space warfare - ground wars are bloody, and most countries these days spread the news of a single soldiers death far and wide to much public horror- so I imagine precision naval bombardment from orbit would take precedent over sending boots onto the ground - Yes I know this can't be avoided thus is the reason armies still exist.). In my belief, future wars will be fought with tech over troops, much like how some of the world has fought against some recent organisations (don't want their name in my story) its been almost entirely from dropping bombs out of planes. (Yes, I know some nations have been fighting on the ground, but they have ground connected, making the situation slightly different).
So, then I guess the question comes up, why haven't they got a huge navy then? And the answer to this is because of doctrine, we will find Human doctrine is to build few powerful ships, over many weak ships.
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Chillingbear: Thanks. This chapter we will get a hint at some material science they have.
Azreal: The Citadel are not going to hold all the cards, trust me on that. If you are still around (Which you claim not to be) I'll answer your other stuff.
Orionastro: So, I have a plan for Humanities FTL, but they are still working towards it. Think energy issues.
Stylo1: Cheers for raising your issue with the numbers, and doing it constructively. Please see my large paragraph above, and if you want to talk about it some more please do!
Firehelper: All we have really seen is Earth at the moment, this humanity is more 'space' like than I may be letting on to. Cheers.
Kira 117: Cheers for the constructive criticism, and I am going to have to address it more, which I try to do in this chapter. If people are still not happy at the end of this, then I'll have a big think.
Hamilton406: Humanity in this story will have problems if they want to integrate into the Council, is all I will say. Cheers
deitarionSSokolow: Thanks!
DeeDoggo: Thanks for your PM. My initial premise is Humanity has failed to conquer FTL, not fail to have ideas. How I'm going to over come this is due to energy requirements - thus the reason why this Humanity has seemingly advanced energy production capabilities. They haven't got dense enough batteries or small enough generators to push a ship into FTL yet, but they are working on it. This was hinted at ever so slightly with the high energy density devices Quirinus marked as HVT's.
Guest: Yes. How many men did the allies have before WW1 broke out, and then how many did they have mid WW1? We as a species are very good at swelling our numbers during war, and bad at shrinking pre war.
"Calamari." A drenched scientist says as he looks at a dead alien that is in the process of being stretchered away. "They smell like damn Calamari."
To the Scientist's horror, when they cracked open a disfigured alien ship they have collected from the original 6 shooting at the Avian, they were met by a wall of steam and scorching hot water, which in turn half flooded the hanger bay. No one had suspected that these aliens would live in an aqua environment, and so no precautions had been made when the door was cracked open - it was a severe oversight. Yes, some hot air had been expected to escape under pressure, since after all the ship had been hit by one of Ultron's defensive platforms, but not the wall of water. The worst part of the entire situation is that the alien crew, now thoroughly cooked in the scorching steam and water, were dragged out the ship with the escaping water and are now scattered across the hanger bay - the heat making their flesh weak has also allowed for limbs to be torn off with chunks of flesh. To any alien of this species, the sight of the hanger bay must be that from a horror movie.
"And right now you almost smell of Pork," A medic says as he approaches the Scientist who is sat on a crate, looking at the dead alien bodies with some horror, getting in front of the Scientist's vision the medic goes on to say, "I can see where your clean suit has melted from here."
The Scientist looks down to his hands, and sure enough, his plastic gloves and wellies have melted from where he got caught by the escaping water. "But large squid." He says. "Dam large smelly squid."
"Does it really surprise you?" The Medic asks as he sits down next to the burned man and begins to carefully look at the melted gloves to see if he can peel them off or if they need surgically removed. To fill in the silence, the Medic says, "They reckon up to 80% of life on Earth exists in the ocean. Probably going to be the same elsewhere. Besides, I think they look more like big stupid jellyfish."
"I would not say they are stupid," The Scientist replies, "They have FTL, we do not."
"Hmm," The Medic humms before turning to look at the ship, "They tried to toss a lump of iron at us, so we did that to them. I think they were punching above their weight class, and that makes them stupid to me."
The Scientist also turns to look at the ship; its hull is a shadow of what it once was, Ultron's plasma weaponry having done a real number to it by melting its many features. "And how much tech do you think has survived this 'pan boil'? The bloody bone heads have probably melted everything of importance with their damn weapons."
"Our primary concern should always be protecting our people, and their technology a secondary concern." The Medic tells him, "And your lucky, it looks like your burns are nothing to be worried about, an application of omni-gel, and you will be on your way in no time."
After ten minutes for the Medic to apply the required lotions, the Scientist stands, "Well, I guess I should be getting to work. This FTL core won't study itself. Thanks, doc."
/.../
The President looks to his military advisors, "Give it to me straight," He eventually says after a prolonged silence, knowing from their face that the men are not going to give him information that he will like.
There is a small pause as all three advisors give a brief glance to one another, and eventually, the lead man and highest ranking advisor says, "If the Turians defeat Ultron and manage to land, we don't have enough men to defend the planet."
"How many do we have?"
"Local to Earth we have 70,000 augments." The lead man replies, "Mars has an estimated 900,000 men on call bolstered by 5,000 augments, Venus 1.1 Mil regular and 0.4 mil reserves, aided by 5,000 augments, Mercury has on last report 120,000 men, Titan has 700,000 regular and 1,500 augments, our ringworld has 15,000 augments and a further 20,000 regular. Europa and Io combined have a further 10,000 augments between them. At this very moment, we are mobilising all reserves, and creating militias, the same can be said for each of our colonies."
The President knew that Earths armed forces had taken serious and drastic cuts in order to fund other defences, but he never imagined the numbers to be so low when compared to the other colonies. "How many do we need?"
"To defend Earth from attack by unknown numbers? 1.5 million men minimum, with augments, we can reduce that to 750,000." Augments, such as those found in the Marines, are enhanced with extreme genetic upgrades and technology, they are capable of far more than a standard human. Their Achilles heel, so to speak, is their lack of numbers, one augment is equal to three or more humans in combat, but like a standard human, they can't defend two or more places at once. In addition to having a severe lack of augments, training them takes time too, a child is selected at a young age and is conditioned over their entire lives to serve, and most who are chosen do not survive the brutal training regime. To be selected, a child must have certain genetic and mental traits that allow them to accept the extensive genetic modification and training required to be called an augment.
"But, with what we have, and without mobilising reserves or militia, we can defend several major cities and some infrastructure."
The President nods in reluctance, "Then please tell me our investment into Ultron and our planetary shield has been worth it." In order to fund Ultron and the planetary shield, most of the budget came from the four branches of Earth's military, thus their recent drastic budget cuts. Because the other planets and governments in Sol have not invested in a similar system as Ultron, or as heavily into Augments, their militaries are far larger.
A second advisor speaks, "In all our war games, the combined forces of this entire solar system fails to reach Earth, Ultron kept them back every single time. In a purely human war, Ultron was more than worth it. As for the planetary shield, it can hold human assets back for a considerable time - up to four weeks, which is long enough for us to muster additional men." Despite the war games pitting Sol against Earth, Humanity is fiercely defensive of their homeworld after the War of Sol almost ruined her.
The President takes small refuge in this comment, but then he must think of those not on Earth. "What if they invade Mars? Io? Or any other planet in our solar system?"
"The other planets do not have Ultron, and we lack the vessels to mount a protracted naval battle, so, it will be a ground defensive. In this situation, we will use our stealth vessels to pester supply lines and ensure the war ground side is too expensive to win. We are still waiting for military assessments from the respective planets as to how those ground defensives will work." Using the stealth vessels to pester supply lines worked incredibly well in the War of Sol, resulting in numerous forces having to retreat from certain theatres.
The President drags a heavy hand down his face as he wonders how a military-heavy 29th-century humanity would have coped. Back then, before the War of Sol, every planet and colony had hundreds of thousands of men on call, every world had a navy and a defence network. Truthfully, it still amazes the President that any world survived the war of the 29th Century.
Hearing a man rush into the room, the President turns away from his advisors and looks to yet another General. "Mr President," The man salutes before carrying on, "We have detected a further six contacts entering our system from the object orbiting Pluto. Hull design paints them with the hostile aliens."
/.../
Quirinus turns and stands from his chair as both Benezzia and Councillor Tevos arrives on his bridge at the same moment, the duo having walked together from their accommodation. "Councillor, Matriarch," He greets with a Turian salute, showing the Councillor the respect that is required.
"Fleet Commander," Tevos returns, acknowledging his position before adding, "Your men have been most sparse with information as to why we have entered red alert, and if I am not mistaken, red alert on a Higherarchy vessel means a battle is imminent and ensured." Tevos has deep fears that something has happened between the new aliens and these Turians.
"You would be correct." The Fleet Commander says as he takes a few steps towards the only two Asari on his bridge. "We have identified 6 Hanar vessels entering this system, with what I must presume is hostile intent. My Fleet is preparing for battle as we speak."
"Fleet Commander," Tevos says with some verbal emphasis on his rank to show she respects it, which she does, getting to the rank of Fleet Commander in the Turian navy is no easy feat. "We are in the middle of a First Contact with an agreeable species; now I appreciate you must protect your vessels, as I would expect any good Turian Fleet Commander would, however, I can not let you go on a ruthless hunt with so little thought into the consequences."
The Turian gives his species equivalent of a nod, "Yes. I concur we can not do our typical, thus is the reason I requested yourself Matriarch Benezzia." The Fleet Commander turns to the second Asari, "Captain Corvinius and Captain Remus assured me that you have been our middle Asari in all conversations with our Humans. I was hoping you could advise them on our military actions."
"Fleet Commander, I believe you fail to understand, I can not have you initiating hostile intent. We can not let this species below see us as the aggressors."
Quirinus turns to look once more at the Asari, but before he replies he takes a deep breath in and out, "Ma'am if you had waited for my plan, you would see that I do not intend on hunting the Hanar. I plan to turn our fleets to face the threat and re-arrange our formation to better spring into action against 5 Whirlpools and 1 Vortex, should they be bold enough to attack. If these Humans have any military men down on their planet, and they see this, I can assure you that they will be questioning our actions. I need Matriarch Benezzia to explain our intent."
"While they are so far from our fleet is such action required?"
"Councillor, the last thing you want is anything to happen, now there is a universal saying in my business from ground troops to naval crew, and it is this, if you look like you are ready for a fight, then they won't want to fight. "
/.../
Citadel -
To a Salarian, there is little more relaxing than a replenishing hot mud bath; the mud provides their skin vital nutrients and minerals required to stay healthy, and the warm nature of the baths warm their blood to comfortable temperatures, something which any Salarian on the Citadel can appreciate. When the Salarians first met the Asari, it was quickly realised that the two find comfort at different temperatures, where as the Asari liked it at around 298 Kelvin, the Salarians like it much hotter at around 323 Kelvin. Finding a compromise in temperature was attempted, but as the Asari were far more numerous and possessed more facilities, in particular, the Citadel, the working temperature is that of the Asari. It is for this very reason why most Salarians can be seen to wear thick clothing, it is because to them, the Citadel and most none Salarian worlds are merely cold.
After taking a sip of a traditional Salarian herbal drink, which in reality could be described as muddy water with some plants native to Sur'Kesh ground up and added, Councillor Valern allows his body to slump further into the bath. This week has been most stressful for him, with news of the Prothean artefact, induction of a new spectre, attack on Councillor Tevos and elections back on Sur'Kesh, in which he only barely kept his job, he feels like a little r&r is required.
Closing his eyes, Valern takes a few deep calming breaths, and savours the moment, his work with the Spectre is done, a Turian peacekeeping fleet is rescuing his colleague, and he no longer needs to campaign to keep his job. Next week should be easy for him, well, nothing is ever easy as a councillor but it should be easier than last week. The Councillor works himself into such bliss in his mud bath he barely hears his assistant enter the room.
/.../
"Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to serve," Sings the Turian Councillor to himself with some cheer as he attempts to make his dress uniform perfect in a mirror. Tonight is going to be a good night for the Turian Councillor, for tonight he unofficially welcomes a new Turian into the Ranks of the Spectres, something which is bound to be messy and alcohol heavy- it always is. After fastening a latch on his uniform he continues to sing in a buoyant manner, "In the line of duty with a rifle by your side."
Hearing a door open behind him Sparatus looks into the mirror to see who has entered the room. Seeing it to be one of his more trusted aides, he says, "Ah, Tatius, how do I look?" As he speaks he turns to allow the Turian a view of his dress uniform from the front - he hopes she likes what she sees.
"Impeccable," The aid replies after a second to look the councillor up and down, searching for anything out of place, "But I have come with a priority 1 message from our fleet sent to rescue the honourable Councillor Tevos."
Sparatus instantly clears the cheer from his face, a priority level 1 message is never good news, or at least in his years serving as a councillor, he has never had good news from a level 1 message. "Is she...?" It's the most logical conclusion the Councillor can make.
"Unconfirmed, your Excellency. Fleet Commander Quirinus has sent word of a First Contact. I have his initial report, Sir."
It takes Sparatus a second to compute the words before holding his hand out for the data pad with the report. Getting the report he reads aloud, "New species discovered at grid..." The Councillor can't be hassled with reading out the long string of numbers associated with the grid, "... Attempting contact, wait out."
Sparatus can feel his blood rushing to leave his outer skin, a biological response to when feeling threatened - in order to prevent severe blood loss from surface cuts when in battle. Sparatus quickly concludes that he will not be attending tonights unofficial dine in of the new Spectre. "Tatius, when did we receive this?"
Tatius checks the time before saying, "7 minutes ago."
Sparatus taps the data pad a few times with his clawed fingers before saying, "Call everyone back to the office, cancel all appointments for the next week, and arrange a call with the Primarch for as soon as possible, then a meeting with Valern and Irissa, Tevos' temporary stand-in. Have everyone who works on this information surrender their omni-tools, and sworn to secrecy till the news is offically released to the public." News of First Contact can have devastating consequences throughout the civilised galaxy, so the Turian Councillor wishes to suppress the report for as long as possible.
/.../
Cnidaria - Hanar Vortex
A Hanar Vortex is not a typical Hanar ship by any stretch of the imagination, its atmosphere is gaseous, and its ergonomics are designed for land creatures. Its crew is also far from usual, instead of a Hanar compliment, the vessel is mostly manned by Turian and Krogan Mercenaries and an outfit of Drell superiors who are loyal to the Hanar cause. The Vortex is also not a traditional warfighting vessel; instead, it could be seen as a transport ship, shuttling ground teams to where they are needed. In combat, the Vortex can take shots that would gut most other vessels, but its offensive capabilities are severely limited.
The moment they drop out of the relay the six Hanar vessels begin their scans of the system, but other than a few planets, nothing is found, no Forward fleet sent to intercept the Avian, no Turian reinforcements, no nothing. The Hanar fleet, however, knows that the Turians came through this relay, and have not left yet, so, they conclude they must return sooner or later. With this in mind, the 6 Hanar vessels begin advancing towards a Gas Giant, to hide in its thick atmosphere. No one on the Hanar vessels knows yet what they are to do when they come across the Turians, they know they will be outgunned, and more than likely outclassed by battle-hardened crews, but Hanar can be dangerously crafty when they put their minds to something.
/.../
1 Hour later - Citadel
Irissa looks around the small room where all three representatives of the Council have gathered, each already knows the reason behind the meeting, all having received the news from their assistants. "The Union is making ready a detail of surveillance ships," Valern begins, "Our third fleet has also begun the process of preparing for deployment."
Sparatus flares his mandibles downwards, "Yes. The Primarch is sending the third, tenth, fourteenth and 21st fleet under the command of Faunnus Cardeus to assist Fleet Commander Quirinus, so that's an additional 124 vessels."
"Heavy response," Valern replies almost immediately. "That would make the total Turian ship count 155, of which 6 are notable Dreadnoughts. Including the Salarian response that would be 169 ships and 7 Dreadnoughts, and if we include the Citadel emissary vessel, 170 ships, 7 Dreadnoughts. All this under the command of the Great Faunnus is a potent battle group, Irissa, what do you suspect the Republics will provide?"
Irissa takes a second before saying, "The Republics will ready vessels, but I do not believe they will send any to war prematurely. I must also voice my concern for sending such a heavy presence, the Citadel can not spare sending such a high volume of Dreadnoughts to one sector of space, and nor can we risk initiating hostilities by appearing like we are preparing for war."
Valern speaks before Sparatus can even open his mouth, "The Salarian Union prefers to end wars before they even begin. If this is a first contact, the new species is unlikely to have considerable assets, or we would have discovered them sooner. A heavy presence will deter hostilities."
The Turian councillor slips in his own thoughts immediately after Valern, "The Primarch also does not wish for a reoccurrence of the Rachni on our watch. Our fleet numbers are non-negotiable." This statement should surprise no one, whenever there is a First Contact, history shows the Turians are without exception heavy-handed in their response.
Irissa looks among the two others in the room before blinking, "Then I see I would be outvoted if it comes to it."
Sparatus flares his mandibles, showing he acknowledges her acceptance of their plans, "The Hierarchy does, however, call for involvement from all three species, we would come across as a stronger front."
Irissa taps the table before accepting defeat, "I will inform the Matriarchs of your application for a combined fleet, however, do not expect any more than the Forward Containment fleet." Sparatus does some quick thinking, the Forward Containment Fleet is a considerable fleet, commanded by an old Asari Matriarch who is experienced in the art of war, making it a fleet he would not like to face in combat, meaning it will certainly add extra umph to any task force.
"Excellent," Sparatus then says, "Then we will need to address the fact that sending such a fleet will raise questions. People will think we are going to war, the Terminus systems especially. Stock markets will likely plummet..."
Valern does not let the Turian finish, "We inform when we know..." Seeing an assistant walk into the room Valern pauses for a second before finishing, "...If we are at war. For the stock markets, we can employ a certain Volus organisation to manage damages, however, before we discuss any more on such issues, it appears as if we also have an update."
This is the assistant's queue to hand the three in the room a data pad each, the tablets contain images sent from Quirinus's fleet. It does not take long for the three to unlock the devices and flick through the images, but one particular image has Sparatus captured, "Circumference 5,000km," He says with some uncertainty after seeing a picture of the Ring World above the alien planet, "Spectrology seems to suggest the ringworld is made from the same materials the Citadel is made from. Spirits."
The three look up from their data pads and to one another, allowing Irissa to say, "Could it be...?"
"Prothean?" Valern answers, "Strong possibility, no other species has managed to recreate the metal in vast quantities." It is a common misconception that the Citadel species do not know how to make the fabled Prothean metal, in truth, they do know how to make it, just the cost of doing so is eye-watering high - making it unfeasible to have any large constructs such as ships made from the metal.
Sparatus takes a deep breath before saying, "What concerns me more is that no one in the Turian fleet will understand these spectrology readings." A rapid response fleet such as that commanded by Quirinus has little need for a spectrology expert - they are not expected to mine or do any work which requires such an expert - instead, they are expected to scrap it out. "They will not know that this station is likely to be Prothean, so will likely underestimate its defences. In any case, this must change our response. If this world is Prothean, then we must find a way to involve this species, if it is not Prothean, but their own construct, then they are far more dangerous, they could have warships made from it."
"A horrifying thought."
/.../
"Fleet commander," A voice calls and Quirinus looks up from his console, "We have detected another 4 stealth ships."
Every now and then, at irregular intervals, his vessels would detect a small formation of stealth ships uncloaking for a split second, they would be far enough away not to cause concern, but close enough to continually remind the Turian they are out there. They would also appear at random locations as if they have arrived at this planet from elsewhere. If he added up all the stealth vessel appearances, he would guess that this species has at least 50 of them, if not more.
Of course, he has also considered that the aliens may have far less, they could have as few as six and are using the same six to make it appear as if they have far more by having them 'arrive' at different locations. In a way, it could be deception; these people could be deceiving him into thinking they have way more than they have, and unless they all uncloak at the same time, he would never know otherwise.
The Fleet Commander can't help but appreciate the potential tactic to deceive him, and the whole idea thrills him, this situation, as deadly as it could be, is exciting and refreshing - This is why he will not take up a job in HQ, advising the politicians, he would miss days like these.
Quirinus current work, however, is not concerning the stealth vessels; instead, it is focusing on the known red forces, the Hanar - but he has not forgotten the stealth vessels entirely - he has others with scientific and engineering minds attempting to figure out how to detect them. His own work has been reading up on reports relating to how the Hanar use Vortex's, and so far he has read nothing outside of the ship being used to launch ground troops, or boarding parties. Usually, the Turian would not be worried about this ship, it is mostly harmless in space, but considering his cargo, he firmly believes the Hanar will go out their way to get men onto his ship. It is for this reason he had the Prothean artefact transferred to a destroyer not ten minutes ago. He knows, however, the Hanar if they are watching will have likely sussed this ruse out, so he sent the shuttlecraft carrying the Prothean artefact to every Turian vessel to dock for ten minutes - because he too can use deception. He also believes if the Hanar are not certain where the item is, then they will not launch a raiding party - never mind raiding the wrong ship.
The Fleet Commander has also been wondering how the Hanar would get men aboard his vessel, and so far, he believes they will go for a mix of mines around the relay to confuse and a lightning attack to dazzle, allowing the Vortex to slip in. He knows that once the Vortex is docked, it is latched on and he will have no option but to fight them off on his own vessel - and considering Vortex's are known to carry Krogan, this is not something he looks forward to.
The Humans had taken to the news of the Hanar quite well thankfully, however, he suspects from their lack of surprise they already knew about them. Their main concern was that whatever quarrel his own people and the Hanar have, that it doesn't come to their worlds again, and they will provide no assistance to either fleet unless one proves to be a threat to them. Quirinus did raise the possibility of working together to make sure nothing came to their world, but the aliens refused, not that Quirinus truly expected any other answer. Yes, his own people and the aliens have talked a little, in a language his people barely understand, but the aliens still on the grand scale of things, know nothing about his own people or these Hanar pirates, to the aliens, his own people could just as likely be the pirates and the Hanar could also be the peacekeepers.
/.../
Citadel
"Alright, let us hear it," Irissa says as Sparatus leans forward and presses play, causing an image of a Turian to appear on a holo projector.
"To whoever is watching this, this is my last log as captain of the CV Avian. My vessel has taken heavy damage from Hanar Whirlpools and needs to be evacuated. I have given the order for my crew and all! Asari workers to join our new alien friends on their stealth vessel. I made this choice freely and was not coerced into making such a choice. Like how Xiavia was forced to flee to higher ground when the oceans rose, I suppose. As far as I know, my people are to head back to their world, the third planet in this solar system, but we are yet to establish any proper means of communication. I should inform any Citadel affiliated vessel, however, that they are being watched, and are in the range of powerful weapons. We do not know the weapons nature, only their power, and they are capable of eliminating Hanar Whirlpools with a single shot.
Spirits providing, this is helpful information, and I shall see my family soon. Spirits be with you."
As soon as the recording of the Turian captain of the CV Avian stops Valern speaks, "Species willing to rescue stranded crew, initial impressions promising."
"Indeed," Sparatus muses, "However, I am concerned, we have seen their Ringworld, and now we have news they are capable of eliminating Hanar Whirlpools with a single shot and have stealth vessels. This species is war capable."
"What would it require to take down a Whirlpool with one shot?" Asks Irissa.
Valern replies, having recently read an STG report on Hanar Vortex's to calculate the probability of Councilor Tevos being rescued, "One shot? Any standard Turian Dreadnought from the last 50 years."
"So, we can conclude they at least have dreadnoughts," Sparatus says. "Maybe 7 of our Dreadnoughts is a little low."
"No." Irissa shoots the Turian down, "We know they have ships with Dreadnought levels of power, and we know they have stealth ships, that is all - however, I agree that the threat is larger than we initially anticipated, and I will inform the Matriarchs."
"The Union will increase the number of surveillance ships available. We will also release data from our own work on stealth detection so your fleet has an increased chance of detecting the stealth vessels."
The Turian Councilor flares his mandibles a little, happy with the Salarian agreeing to release some information on stealth detection, "Fantastic news. Now, the report sent in with this video also tells us they have recovered the artefact."
"Glad to hear it is intact," Valern says, "But more pressing concerns to contend with at the moment. Councillor Tevos whereabouts not yet ascertained."
"I believe," Sparatus says, "That the Councillor has been taken with the rest of the Avian's crew. I say this because of how Captain Corvinus emphasised 'All! Asari workers', it makes me believe Tevos was among them."
"But not confirmed," Irissa says, "But as much as it pains me to admit it, we must focus on first contact, and not the fate of one Asari."
/.../
Uranus- Cnidaria - Hanar Vortex - 2 hours after entering the local system
Urdnot Wreav spins a knife between his fingers as he looks at a young Krogan that has barely passed his rite of passage, the young Krogan is broody, and hormonal, making him territorial and aggressive. This behaviour, however, is to be expected with any young Krogan, and Wreav knows the young Krogan will need put into his place sooner or later - Something Urdnot Wreav is more than happy to do. Hearing a door to the bridge swoosh open the battle experienced Krogan looks up and sees one of the Hanar slaves - a Drell - walk in. "Your attention." The Drell says, gaining the attention of all 37 in the room.
With all eyes on him, the Drell goes on, "We have discovered an unidentified space station in this gas giant, all attempts to hail it has failed, and there are no windows to indicate if anyone is alive on board." Damn, Wreav hates how straight back and formal this Drell is. "We are to go aboard and establish who this station belongs to. Our docks are not compatible so we will be cutting a hole in this stations hull."
"What if we discover something we ain't seen before?" Wreav asks, knowing that his is now in uncharted space.
The Drell turns to look at him before replying, "Your employers do not wish for unwanted violence, they are not violent people. You will secure the area, and one of your employee representatives will come to establish communications."
"Sure," Wreav replies with a shrug of his shoulders, not thinking to ask exactly what the Drell meant.
Alright, I have some slightly bad news. I'm supposed to be sent out into the sticks again mid month till mid august. I don't know if I can update in this period so if I do, great, if not, sorry, but in my down time I should have been able to write for this so should** be able to update the second im back into civilisation. Cheers for putting up with all my away time.