"Geez, I could really use a coffee..." Ray Sanjon said to himself, wiping his eyes and looking back at the radar screen. Sensor operator on the Ramora , a Raven Battlecruiser, Ray had been working for the past 6 hours while the Ramora went on patrol.
Adjusting his earphones and switching to a deep-level sub-space scan, Ray leaned back as the computer processed the data. In the dark room, lit only by a few red lights, there was almost complete silence. Only the commander and helsman were there, and they were quiet, and far enough away from Ray that they didn't notice him.
Suddenly the door to the bridge opened and Lieutenant Jack Hunt walked into the room. Walking over to ray, Jack held two cups full of hot coffee in his hand, and handed one to Ray. "Oooooh... Thank goodness..." Ray said, drinking down half of his cup then setting it down.
Jack smiled. "I thought you'd need a little more of your daily medication to keep going until the shift ends."
Ray smiled, then turned to Jack. "Get the mail in yet?"
"Hehe; I thought you'd ask that," Jack replied, tossing Ray a datapad. "Anxious to hear from your girlfriend, eh?"
Ray shook his head. "Fiance, Jack! Fiance! Heck, you know I asked Sally to marry me before I left on this old ship. And anyway..."
Suddenly, a red light on the console began to flash, and a siren went off. Ray immediately leaned forward, looking at the console. "Oh my..." he said, his jaw dropping.
Jack leaned forward, and after taking one look at what he saw, rushed over to the com junction. Picking up the microphone and flipping a switch, the lieutenant broadcasted the order to the ship.
"Battlestations! Battlestations! All hands, battlestations! Captain, report to the bridge immediately! Red alert! This is no drill!"
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"Captain on deck!" the ensign shouted as the captain of the Ramora , Mark James, walked through the door.
"This better not be a sensor glitch..." he muttered as he walked over to where Ray sat, his face pale. "What do you have?"
"Sir, I've checked the system, and this isn't a glitch. I'm detecting a massive sub-space distortion in the nearby Ragit system!"
"Is it a supernova? A black hole?" Mark asked.
Ray shook his head. "No, sir. It's a wormhole, sir. Yeah, a wormhole. I don't know where the heck it came from, but it's forming now, sir, and will be stable enough to go through in another 15 minutes."
Suddenly there was a loud bleep. Ray clicked a button, and the screen began to display some more readings, such as sub-space flux levels and so forth. As the text began to slowly get typed out onto the screen, everybody froze when the words "Energy Signature Trace" appeared...
Energy Signature Trace: Prylak - 0% Probability of Error in Identification
"My god..." Mark said slowly.
He turned to com officer. "Get me Confederate high command; now!"
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Fleet Admiral Scorcher ran through the halls of Confederate Military High Command, stationed in Barad-dur. Running into the main conference room, a map of the Milky Way holographically displayed on one side, all the members of the top Confederate brass were there, as well as Lythrawn and President Carnotaur.
"What happened?" Scorcher said, seating himself at the table.
"The Raven Battlecruiser Ramora , while patrolling the DSN-3425 system, picked up Prylak energy signature from a wormhole in the Ragit system," Admiral Specter said. "That occured 10 minutes ago; within 5 more minutes, the Prylak will be able to come through."
Scorcher nodded. "We should pull back all our military forces from Pozdag and Nadej. Begin evacuation of all civillians in Pozdag, Nadej, and Mirava. Transport them all to Himgro and Blaga."
Carnotaur also nodded in approval. "Send a message to Galactica, the Tribunal, and the Skraine. Report to them the recent events and our current military status. Specter; pull back all patrols, especially the Ramora. Scorcher; what kind of ships are we dealing with?"
Looking at a datapad, Scorcher spoke slowly. "Well, as far as we can tell, only one, Mr. President. Thing is; it's bigger than 10 Alliance Flagships combined, and will probably have a sizable force of its own in hanger bays, if I know the Prylak correctly."
"That is indeed correct, Admiral Scorcher," Lythrawn said, speaking for the first time. "The ship you are dealing with is a Prylak Starfortress; much like the one the Terrans engaged in New Sol." He cast a quick glance at Firebird, who was completely silent. "I can give you the detailed specifications for the starfortress, but I must make clear that none of your ships, or even your whole navy most probably, will be able to stop this starfortress alone. Your best bet is to lure it to Barad-dur, if that is possible, destroying it here with the immense amount of weaponry you are equipped with."
Carnotaur nodded. Standing up, he spoke. "This is it, gentlemen. The Prylak are invading. Let's get to it; time is of the essence!"
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Meanwhile, in DSN-3425, as the Ramora hyperspaced out, bound for Mirava, the giant Starfortress A.S.S. Lokai entered the system, casting a shadow over all it passed...
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