Relative Earth Time: May the 11th, 2716

Five days after Berkfall

Location: Third asteroid belt in the Bolarien System,

56,000 Light years from the Eclipse System

Valka sat in her quarters, wine glass in one hand, and her head in another. She was never good at dealing with stress. She stared out the window opposite her, across the table. The brown rocky asteroids outside, smashing into each other or drifting slowly past. She couldn't believe that they fit, not only, The Cloudjumper, the largest ship, but the two battleships; The Arizona and The Retrokill, as well as the 'Cannon Carrier' Bloodshot JW-01 and to top it all off they fit the Bewilderbeast class Space-station; The King, in the same asteroid field.

Repairs were being made to all the ships of the small fleet. The Scout ship; Midnight Sky was back in action, well... mostly. Moral had dropped significantly, and Valka lost her book when the Officer's lounge opened out to space.

Valka's door bell rang out through the room. "Come in; it's open." Valka lazily said. The door opened, revealing a tall, lanky figure. "Good afternoon Mason."

"Afternoon, Captain," Mason said. Mason, or also known as Lieutenant Specter, stepped through the doorway. "Repairs are almost complete, and I have completed my report." He informed, handing Valka a datapad. She glanced at it before putting it down, sighing. "Captain, there was nothing more you could do."

"I should have tried harder," Valka whispered. "Now they're people dead."

"Captain, you tried your best, and you can't give up now," Mason reassured. "We got out as many people as we could, and the only thing we could do now is to warn others."

"You're right Mason," Valka said. "But I wish there was something we could do to stop it."

Mason grabbed the datapad. "There might be a way," Mason said, excited, determined and firmly. "Come, we have a meeting to attend."

"We can we at least get someone to fix that." Valka pointed to the other side of the room. Mason turned to see what it was. On the outer wall, next to one of the windows, was a hull breach leading out to space. The emergency shield flickering every once and awhile.

"Uhh… yeah." Mason said before swiftly making his way to the bridge, Valka behind him.

On the bridge there was a group of people surrounding the stellar map behind the captain's chair, each chatting amongst each other. Valka took her rightful place at the top of the table; her back turned to the front window. "Hello, Captain Valka." Captain Ries greeted.

"Captain." Returned with a nod.

"Captain Valka! I'm so happy to see you again." Captain Pierre said. "Although I wished it was under better circumstances."

"It 's nice to see you again Pierre." Valka greeted.

"Captain." Another ship captain greeted with a nod.

"Captain." Valka returned with another nod.

"Captain." Another ship captain greeted with a nod.

"Captain." Valka returned with another nod.

"Captain." the last ship captain greeted with a nod.

"Captain." Valka returned with another nod.

Mason just stood, with a look on his face.

"Valka, what is the purpose of this meeting," Reis asked. Valka gave a nod to Mason.

"Well, Captains I present to…" Mason began.

"And who are you son?" A gruff captain asked.

"Science-Lieutenant Mason Specter sir." Mason proudly said. "As I was saying, I present to you, the Vyil Planet Miner. In all its unparalleled glory." The stellar holographic map morphed into the shape of the Vyil Planet Miner. "This is the first, fully scanned and fully charted, map and graphic simulation of the Miner. Well, the one we encountered anyway." The captains stepped back from the table subconsciously. "Now I have found out that, it was running on its basic most functions. Mine, return to base, mine, return to base, mine, RTB, etcetera. I also discovered it was damaged."

"By what? It couldn't have been humans; our weapons aren't nearly as powerful." A captain known as Bertha asked.

"I have no clue, but whatever it was, or whoever it was can rival the Vyil in power. I believe that they were at war before they met us and that they may have gotten rid of us because they were still at war with this other race." Mason said.

"What gave you that assumption, lieutenant?" The gruff voice asked again.

"Well, Captain Mogadon. Files from when we met the Vyil, they had shared with us that they were at war and had been for about two hundred a fifty years." Mason said firmly. He was not a dumb man. He was leading in his field, which happened to be all things science and a little bit of history. "Now I understand that this thing will be, or has returned to base, but I believe that it's going to get out there again, and is going to destroy another innocent world. That's why I think I have come up with a way to track and kill it."

"Really?" Valka asked. All the captains raised their brows in surprise. All except Capt. Mogadon, who gave a look of skepticism.

"Yes. Here." Mason pointed at the hologram, showing a more damaged section of the Miner. "This section where it has taking a powerful energy blast to the hull, the shielding is weaker due to the emitter being damaged."

"How damaged is it? How much weaker?" Bertha asked.

"Significantly so. It's running at ten percent its capacity." Mason replied.

"That's still very powerful Mason. Not enough for our weapons to blast through." Valka said firmly, leaning down on the holo-table.

"Unfortunately, you're right. But we have one weapon that can get close." Mason said. "The Bloodshot JW-01 is close to being powerful enough to penetrate the shield. But the JW cannot charge up a powerful enough shot, due to the restrictions of the power generated by the reactor on board the Bloodshot." Mason stopped sighing.

"So we need to make a bigger, more powerful reactor?" Mogadon asked, not as gruff as before.

"You would think so, but our resources are just too low," Mason replied. "But I remember hearing about our prototype power supply, capable of generating more power than any of our reactors."

"Do we know anything about this power supply?" Valka asked.

"Yes, it was invented by someone on board a generation ship, in the Barbaric Quadrant," Mason said. Valka paled, she was hoping it wasn't what she thought it was. Mason noticed. "We need to go to the last known location of the Berk." Valka's head dipped. She was being forced to see the man and child she left.

"Then I think we should go get it," Bertha said. "So we can avenge the ones we lost and stopped any other unnecessary destruction." All the captains, excluding Valka, hummed in agreement.

"So Admiral. What do we do?" Mogadon said turning towards Valka.

"Admiral?" Valka asked.

"You have been chosen to become admiral now Valka, congratulations." Bertha clarified. Valka wanted to argue. But the look in the other captain's eyes made her stop. The look of hope, and acceptance and with the untimely demise of Admiral Veteris, she was next in line for the rank.

She looked down, swallowed, and regained eye contact with Mason. "Lieutenant, Captains. Let's move out."

"Aye, Admiral!" The captains affirmed before making their way to their respective Mini-Fleets.

"Give me fleet wide," Valka said to the communications officer. "All ships! Move out of the field and ready up. Wait for my order. Admiral Valka, out." Valka said over comms.

"Specter. Where are we going?" Valka asked.

"Last know coordinates of the Berk, were the fourth planet in the Eclipse System," Mason said, sitting down at his console.

"Send the coordinates to the fleet," Valka ordered.

After several moments the communications officer reported that all ships were ready. Giving Valka fleet wide again, she took in a breath. "All ships. You have a go."

One by one the ships jumped to QTL moving away in a flash, disappearing into the blackness of space. Moving overhead the Cloudjumper, the Bewilderbeast station flew overhead, joining the many ships in faster than light travel. The pilot onboard the Cloudjumper reaching over to a speed lever and set it to half. The ship hummed into action before accelerating beyond incomprehensible speeds.

Their trip had begun, but it would take a month for them to get to the Berk. They are sure to have an adventure.

Fifty-six thousand light years to go.