Odyssey of Relativity

[Caius Flavian]

Odyssey of Relativity​

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Six years ago
Valc VII, Outer system
Herald of Retribution
Flag Detachment, Battle Group Retribution of the Imperial Remnant

Spoiler

Fleet Composition: Herald of Retribution; Void Cleaver; Mauler; Spitfire; Dagger; Warhound ;Her Majesty's Mercy ; Recon One ; Seed of Renewal; Coin Beggar; Brave Fortune; Harvest Moon; Muddler; Prospector; Duster; Gem Seeker

“Commodore, all ships have reported in green, jump coordinates are synced to our navigation” Captain Ria reported in her calm but brisk manner.
I had just spent the last few days on a bit of Public Relations touring around Valc VII and the shipyards that Krayt Industries had produced. I was absolutely thrilled to christen a few of the initial vessels to be built from the new dry docks.
I smirked while I shifted in the repulsor chair. Its gentle bob and sway felt relaxing so I arranged myself a little more comfortably resting my right leg on top of my left leg making a cross.
With my right hand I stroked my chin to find a bit of stubble I had missed.
Only a soft grunt was let loose in acknowledgement of the Captain’s statement.

Exhaustion was the mood I was in.
I wearily took the handle of my tea mug, heartily sipping the warm invigorating concoction.
“Right let’s get on home, helm prepare for jump in 30 seconds” I ordered.
It was time to return to Kalee and get back to my pet project of Terraforming. I had tackled this long endeavor right from its onset and we still had a ways to go. The flotilla of vessels around the Herald were primarily civilian vessels, colonists. The mining vessels built from Krayt Industries designs alongside the imperial
A big step forward.
The Transparisteel rose over the viewports as we leaped into the kaleidoscope of traveling faster than the speed of light. Our first stop on the way back was the Delephr system to recalculate the jump. A short 20 minute jump away.
My stomach growled in anger. Despite having just got settled into the command chair the need for food compelled me to leave.

“Captain, you have the helm.”
“Aye aye Sir”

I strode from the bridge to make my way to my quarters for a meal.
Boredom set in as I jotted notes of random ideas and priorities ahead of me.
A droid was busily preparing the dining table. Famished I was beginning to get irritated at the wait.
Twenty minutes had passed when my commlink chirped.
“Commodore, we are dropping out of hyperspace… You presence is needed on the bridge immediately!”
A sigh escaped my lips. I decided to fill my cup with some more caff tea.
"I'm on my way," I replied back with a moderate level of irritation in my voice. "Just put a cover on the steak when its ready..."

I arrived back on the bridge expecting hub bub over something trivial.
Instead I found silence.
The air seemed tense.
Yes, there was a gravity level of confusion, it was as though someone had sprinkled hysteria on top of a bowl melted ice cream… ‘Gods I’m hungry…’

“Captain, Report” I gave a slight grunt and began to sip from my tea.

Captain Zia was always one of composure, but when she came to an about face I was surprised to see her trembling. “Sir… Sir I don’t know how to explain it but…”

“Captain, spit it out what is the issue!?” I grumbled out, annoyance hung loosely in my voice.
She took a breath and began “Commodore Flavian, we’ve arrived at the correct coordinates… 6 years into the future!”
I was mid sip as astonishment led to me sputtering a stream of liquid back into the mug...

"PWHAA!?!?!"

 

[Caius Flavian]

Present Day
Delephr System
Herald of Retribution
Flag Detachment, Battle Group Retribution of the Imperial Remnant

Spoiler

Fleet Composition: Herald of Retribution; Void Cleaver; Mauler; Spitfire; Dagger; Warhound ;Her Majesty's Mercy ; Recon One ; Seed of Renewal; Coin Beggar; Brave Fortune; Harvest Moon; Muddler; Prospector; Duster; Gem Seeker

I felt as though I were in some sort holo comedy where any moment a Zabrak would burst through the doors and say “Brah! You’ve totally just been Zapped!”
The silence on the bridge was deafening.
The communications hub then exploded with calls from the other vessels.
All of them asking and reporting about the time difference.
“What in the black nova happened? When are we? Get me astronav data now!” I ordered in a frenzy. “Tell the fleet to stand by as we sort this out! All vessels go to general quarters just in case”
“Yes Commodore!” Captain Zia snapped too, regaining her hardline military bearing.
She began barking and cracking a verbal whip across the bridge to get the crew back into action.
I found myself gazing into the strategic holoprojector displaying our location in galaxy.
According to our time stamp we had somehow lost six years. A diagnostic was running throughout the ships systems to determine if this was just a fluke.

“Incredible, absolutely incredible. There are a few possibilities to explain this peculiar circumstance. By the celestial beings… What of the Remnant? What of the Empress? Kalee? Crina!? We need to find out if everything is okay. We need to contact high command!” I was starting to lose it. “Everything, everything just doesn’t add up. How can I even explain this!? What if it was sabotage? Yes maybe it was the Rebels. Maybe they somehow snuck aboard this vessel and did something to our hyperdrive!?! Maybe it was the Sith, they could have slipped a spy onboard! Or what if it were the Primeval or the Mandolarions! Maybe it was just a malfunction! What If we had expanded the Empire and now I’ve lost my political standing! GRAH! Everything was just as planned…” I hadn’t realized I was babbling aloud and pacing the holoprojector. Captain Zia walked over to me and struck me with an open palm.
The smack dazed me for just a moment as my head continued to rush with thought. I heard her say something but it was muddled over my inner dialogue sloshing about my skull.

“Commodore Flavian get ahold of yourself! The fleet needs you!” She shouted.
My mania subsided slowly.
I looked around the bridge to see that everyone had a dismal expression of the situation.

“Right. Right. Thank you Captain Zia” I shook her hand. I took a long deep breath and straightened my uniform before taking the tactical situation in. ‘Let’s see we have five vessels belonging to my family’s company. We have the mining vessels from the contract from Krayt. The recon corvette. The absolution destroyers and the merciless frigates. One star fighter wing as our only means of void craft support. Along with the hospital ship filled with those able bodied refugees now citizens… Ah crap how does one break this sort of thing to civilians? Alright keep it together. You just time traveled, nothing to crazy right? Its not like you just missed out on a whole bunch of critical events. Maybe this is the doing of the celestials. Yeah that’s it… Its divine intervention that just choose for me to be in the here and now rather than the then. Oh I can feel my head throbbing from this. This is insane. Alright priorities Caius, Priorities, keep it together the first step is to determine whether or not I’m in friendly territory. We should go dark. Deploy Recon One in the system and figure out where to begin. We’ll need to update our astronavigation databanks. Wait… We still need to discover the reason why we ended in the future, or well I guess we are in the present… frak time travel is confusing!’ I finally looked up to see Captain Zia staring expectantly at me to make a decision.

I pulled her aside and carefully explained our course of action. “First things first, we’ll send Recon One into the inner system and gather data on our current relationship to the galactic center they’ll also send out a Distress signal. Whoever shows up will determine who or what is friendly in this region. While they perform that task we’ll keep ourselves in the dark. I want a full recount of our supplies, perishables to munitions. I want all personnel accounted for who are in any way associated with the hyperdrive and astronav network. All Commanding Officers are too slowly break the news to their crews. I don’t want mutinies or madness running through the fleet. Understood?”

“Understood Aye! Should Recon One broadcast on intergalactic broadband or use Imperial broadcasting frequencies?”
“Intergalactic. We’ll bring the fleet and hide behind the nearest moon…”
She quickly went to work. Leaving me to pacing around in circles like a mad man. Reality seemed to be breaking apart in my head. I kept taking soothing breathes and slowly came to the realization that there was nothing I could really do. If the Remnant was still the government in control of this region of space than obviously there would not be to much of consequence. It might be a little difficult to curry the favor of the Imperial Court again. But I could always play the pity the time traveler card since I have that in my hand. If the Remnant didn’t exist anymore than what next…?
I shook my head of the thought. It would be hard to keep these people together under myself. I would be nothing more than a warlord.
‘Right one step at a time, first things first we’ll see who is in system or nearby’

Hunger struck again and I almost had to laugh as a thought crossed my mind.
I pulled out my commlink “I haven’t ate in over six years… ha! IM-4 please bring me my meal. Inform the galley that the bridge crew will need meals delivered to their stations.”
“Yes Master”
‘Good, once I get some food in I’ll really be able to determine a course of action…’
I decided that if I sit down too that perhaps some rationale line of thinking will return to me. I sat back down in my chair and amusement kept kicking the back of my mind. 'After six years this chair is apparently still pretty damn comfortable...' I was losing it, or maybe I was just trying to prevent panic and shock from returning into the mind.
Psychologically our position was tenuous at best.
"Why?" I wondered scratching my chin to again find the stubble I had missed.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Out in the reaches of space nothing really mattered and one could be alone with their own thoughts or maybe just enjoy how quiet and peacuful space was.

Until a huge fleet of imperial cruisers pops out of no where in your view port and cause you to hit your head but that aside she'd surely show up on sensors as a small xwing fighter with no markings of any kind. She adjusted herself just in case and opened coms to listen if they tried to contact her hopefully things wouldn't turn violent

[member="Caius Flavian"]

 

[Caius Flavian]

[member="stardust"]

"Captain! We have contact bearing 01.23.P43"
"Give me a scan of that vessel!"
"Ma'am it appears to be star fighter, unknown identification!"
"Give me comms to it! Get the forward Signal Lamp to broadcast what I'm saying"
A moment later and the young captain was broadcasting on an all frequency channel.
"Hail, you are in the battle space of the Imperial Navy, please state your intent or prepare to be boarded" As she spoke the Forward Signal Lamp began to flash in Galactic Basic Morse Code her words.

I was still going through waves of shock. The sudden appearance of a random star fighter piqued my attention. Their response would determine a course of action. Hopefully they didn't turn tail and run. I needed answers and just about anyone would do right now.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

She adjusted and moved around uneasiness had set in since well a entire battle group was setting in front of her, that was until she heard the com go off and listened in.

She became confused when the lady said battle space of the imperial navy, as far as she knew the empire had disbanded as of five years ago and the space had become free space, so why was a imperial battle group doing here with no clue of the space, she flipped her com on and began to speak"imperial captain I've just began enjoying the empty space here and as far as I know this is free space "she spoke giving a few seconds before again speaking" besides the empire is disbanded sooo I've got no clue why a battle group like yours is still.....active

[member="Caius Flavian"]

 

[Caius Flavian]

"imperial captain I've just began enjoying the empty space here and as far as I know this is free space "
" besides the empire is disbanded sooo I've got no clue why a battle group like yours is still.....active

So there it was. I slumped for a moment in frustration.

Captain Zia on the other hand was near livid with the response "Still active!? Empire disbanded!? We are her majesty's Star Fleet! Who are you aligned with!?!" The Captain shouted back over the line in anger.

I decided to override the Captain before she brashly spoiled our chance to get some intelligence of the situation. There is no way the Imperial Remnant could be gone. It must have survived in some form or another. What of her Majesty Empress Kista Fel and Emperor Pallopides?

"Unknown vessel identified yourself, this is Commodore Caius Flavian commanding flag officer of this battle group, I have no intention to harm you. This is an unusual circumstance. If you are able to assist I would be grateful." I spoke over the comm much to the Captain's surprise.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

She took her ear piece off as the captain screamed into the coms, she was confused a great amount now, they hadn't been a Emperor or empress for a long time. She cupped her chin and thought things over until another voice came on, she listened before straightening up and putting the ear piece back in"commodore Flavian I am stardust rider and I agree I'm confused as to what is going on with your situation. If you could give me a little run down as to what is going on ill be able to assist you or you can let me come aboard so we can talk"she said and sat back rubbing her head, a battle group of the imperial remnant a group that when the empire had fallen was probably one fighting for power somehow not up with the times.....things were interesting and she liked it
[member="Caius Flavian"]

 

[Caius Flavian]

'[member="stardust"] Rider?' An unusual name but at least fairly unique.
I pondered what to do.
Meet in person? Hmmmm, a preference I would choose almost every time given well normal situations.
What if it were a trap. Perhaps this person was waiting for us to do this very thing.
Or maybe we just surprised an individual enjoying the solitude of this system's outer edge.
Eitherwya protocol in this instance was very built in to simply target this person and eliminate them as a threat.
Still the situation demanded a higher objective be achieved and that was getting some basic intelligence as to the situation in the galaxy.
'Right in person would be better. I can host and see whatever stardust had to say.'

"Stardust Rider, you are welcome to board. Please dock in the aft forward hangar bay. I'll have a team escort you from there and we can meet in person in the throne room," I replied back in a polite manner. "My flight control will transmit docking instructions in just a moment if you are willing"
I switched channels for a moment to 26MC and contacted the Flight Control officer for the Herald of Retribution to make it so.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

She nodded to herself and waited again for him to think her offer over,truth be told one ship against them would be a terrible situation for her and besides she had no quarrel with them and given the situation they needed help

She perked up hearing him give her instruction on where to land, she started flying forward towards the to the cruiser as she approached she noticed how big the ship really was and awed at it before making her way to the aft forward hangar bay. She followed the flight controls instructions and landed down and opened her cock pit and got out, the two noticeable things would be the two sabers that rested on each hio as well as a blaster pistol on her right hip, she also wore some medium that would look heavy for her but in reality truly wasn't, not after becoming a czar "well now to wait for the escorts

[member="Caius Flavian"]

 

[Caius Flavian]

The aft forward hangar was primarily where the lambda class shuttles and other ancillary void craft were stored. An obsidian colored deck with grey quadanium bulkheads.
What awaited the new comer was warship primed for combat. Deck crews were buy with rechecking the barges, assault boats, and shuttles. Platoons of storm troopers waited at ease beside their assigned craft. An AT-FAT was backing inside of an old Theta barge. The Galactic Empire's emblem was displayed on multiple banners hanging from the bulkheads or the vaulted ceiling.

A squad of storm troopers approached the new comer's craft. "[member="stardust"] rider, we are here to escort you. Personal weaponry will not be permitted outside your fighter." One of the troopers stated, presumably the sergeant of the squad.
After the newcomer complies with the instruction the squad had been ordered to escort her up to an observation deck.

*Meanwhile*

I had ordered Recon One to make an in system hyper space jump.
It was a difficult order. Primarily because our diagnostic run of the system didn't find anything unusual so if they jump there was a significant chance they wouldn't comeback or will get propelled forward in time again, however the hell that worked.
So we still had little idea as to why we had traveled forward in time. I couldn't just hang around i this system though.
Six years is a long time, I wouldn't want to be caught by an opposing force.
Recon One was spooling up to execute its jump to just 20000 kilometers away.
Tension had returned to the bridge as a deck hand activated a count down clock.

My gaze was fixed on the holoprojector. The IFF signature of Recon One slowly maneuvered into its launch position.
"Commodore, Recon One reports all clear, shall we give the green light?" Captain Zia asked.
I gave a slight nod for approval.
"Recon One! Jump!"
All eyes watched on as the corvette slipped into faster than light speed.
I blinked, as Recon One's IFF bleeped at the arrival coordinates.

"Retribution, we have arrived at Point Beta"
The bridge gave a cheer.
"Recon One, glad you are still with us. We'll test each ship next with the Herald to perform an intrasystem jump last. Standby at point Beta for further instruction!"
A sigh of relief came out. Baby steps. Now to find out a little about the events that have transpired in my absence.
"Captain you have the bridge"
"Aye aye Sir!"

I departed for the observation deck where the escort would bring our guest. Normally I would host new people in the wardroom, but my level of paranoia was elevated so I would rather deal with someone briskly. A squad of storm troopers accompanied me, acting as body guards, brave warriors whom I had fought alongside with before at acquisition of Kad V and the Battle of Lenuta.
The observation deck was accommodating in a spartan like manner. It had a few chairs and benches along with a few tables. I took a seat at a center table looked out at the galaxy.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

She bowed as the sergeant approached a.d listened to him putting her sabers and blaster away before turning and following them to where commodore [member="Caius Flavian"] more then likely was, before leaving she took in the many sights of troopers carrying out their work, it was a fascinating sight to see.

She walked in the middle of the troops as they were around her escorting her to where she was being taken, they brought her to the observation deck and awaited orders

Commodore [member="Caius Flavian"] thank you for allowing me on your ship"she said bowimg but she could feel his paranoia as she rose and waited for him to offer a seat

 

[Caius Flavian]

[member="stardust"]

One by one the warships and civilian vessels comprising the imperial Battle Group leaped into hyperspace to Point Beta.
A moment would pass where the a swirl of stars would wash over the Star Destroyer Herald of Retribution as it made its jump.
Back on the bridge Captain Zia began earnestly taking into account all supplies. Four of the TA-840s were designed as mobile agriculture facilities.
It was feasible that those four ships alone could feed the entire fleet for long term survival.
She quickly devised an immediate plan to have fresh food and produce from the vessels shipped around the fleet so that a basic factor of morale could be held to a slightly higher degree than normal. This would also keep the fleets emergency food stores from being consumed, prolonging an essential key to survival.
Next came the mining vessels. Sadly there wasn't much for self sustaining without a means to refine the raw resources processed by the vessels.
Still though they offered opportunities.
Her mind hung a variety of thoughts. Perhaps this situation would be a means for the Commodore to rise as a warlord of sorts, perhaps it mean't that they would be free to pursue a new line of policy in tearing down the galactic governments and raising the Galactic Empire to its former glory.
She shook away these thoughts and kept them on the back burner.
Their first goals would be to discover what was going on in the galaxy. If possible find the Imperials and rejoin the Fleet.


* * * * *

I pushed my own inner turmoil at being lost to time. As the durasteel doors opened the escorting party of storm troopers arrived with our guest.
A Twi'lek female in what appeared to be a heavy set of clothing. The way she walked though it seemed the weighted articles of clothing were nothing more than light silk. I beckoned a trooper to pull out a seat from the table and spoke with a determination to remain as cordial as possible.
"Mi'lady Stardust, it is a pleasure to meet you. Please have a seat I much to discuss with you." I proffered my hand and began to speak in earnest.

"Of all the old star tales I've never been one to believe that time travel were possible until this very day. You see my flotilla of vessels here were on our way home, making a routine stop to adjust our hyperspace path when we came to realize that we had just arrived in the right spot in the wrong time," A sigh escaped my lips and I continued "now clearly we are a military force. My first priority is the safety of my fleet. To achieve that I need intelligence. First though I must be able to trust you and for that I need to get to know you just a little. So I'll be blunt, who are you and what is it that you do?"

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

She sat down lightly and cupped her hands together to listen to the commodore speak. In truth she heard of old stories where people have traveled time or were unearthed looking as if time hasn't touch them, but for a jump calculated to some how cause a entire fleet to travel in time was rare and a odd story.

Indeed your right most of those people believe are tales to tell but I never thought it was true myself, but seeing your case is odd"she said calmly and smoothly going into a professional mind set"for your people it must be very odd and disorienting to arrive.....how far did you travel by your computers"she said before again listening to him"

Of course your men and other ships are a priority to you I understand that. Well as I said I'm stardust rider no one super important at all"she said then adjusted her self"I have been in several groups and done several things one was like the empire almost though not entirely they made me into a super soldier known as a czar, within that organization they trained force users in which I become a rouge knight through them and can use the force, sadly the organization fell apart at the hands of several big organizations such as the galactic republic "she said and took a moment and caught her breath" currently I'm out of a job and got nothing better to do
[member="Caius Flavian"]

 

[Watcher Three]

Watcher was hooked into the visual links aboard the Spyglass. Within the last ten minutes, a fleet of Imperial ships had appeared from nowhere. None of the tracing programs anybody on the deep red-painted ship was running could tell where these people came from, and the captains of the other two Typhoon Brigade ships were waiting for some kind of order to be put through. Watcher sighed and unhooked himself from the visuals, plunging back into the darkness of a blind man. He heard the ringing footsteps of a crewer come up behind his command chair, and identified the woman as his sensor officer by the low mutter she used to talk to him.

"Commodore, another ship just docked with what looks to be the flagship. And we've identified the flagship, sir. It appears to belong to Commodore Caius Flavian of the Imperial Remnant."

Watcher tilted his head at her and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Thanks for telling me, Byaela, but didn't Flavian disappear several years ago? Either his replacement is playing with his toys, or we've just found somebody who was presumed KIA."

Byaela swatted at one of her commander's bangs absently, and sighed.

"Nothing else we can really say on the subject, huh, chief?"

The commodore looked up at her and grinned, gently tapping the hand that had touched his hair.

"Well, I think we can have a little to say about it. Pull us out from behind this moon so they can see us, and keep weapons down. Don't need a Destroyer on us."

[member="Caius Flavian"] [member="stardust"]

 

[Caius Flavian]

[member="stardust"]

I listened closely as I took in the twi'lek woman before me. "Our jump was only from the nearby Valc System, this route was frequented by the Imperial Remnant. Hell I've traversed through this system many times and yet this time a seemingly inconsequential 20 minute jump brought us 6 years into the future. We still arrived to the intended location. Although we were off by about half a light year." I finished that trail of thought and listened to what she said next.
A moment later I responded "Thank you for your openness, it is appreciated," I took a sip of my tea and continued "So you are a force user super soldiers, were you of the One Sith? Did the Galactic Republic triumph over them at last?" I pondered with contempt laced in my voice for both of those governments.


[member="Watcher Three"]

Recon One was standing by at Point Beta.
Each vessel had just completed an in system hyperspace jump.
No anomaly had been detected.
A voidsman overseeing the Void Early Warning Detection System rose out of his seat as one monitor came to life. "Captain, we have an unidentified object moving from behind celestial object Luna Alpha. Bearing 47.210.S19. Engine signature detected"
"Relaying on Secure Broadband" The Ensign commanding Recon One spoke. The interior of the cramped corvette began to glow a ruby red.
"Herald of Retribution, this is Recon One, Herald of Retribution this is Recon One, Contact Contact Contact. Bearing 47.210.S19 Unknown heat signature detected"

* * * * *

The Bridge of the Retribution.
"Sound general quarters"
"General quarters aye!"
Klaxons once again began to wane
"Battle Group Retribution, standby for contact, launch alert fighters, I say again Battle Group Retribution, standby for contact, launch alert fighters,"
Captain Zia was flustered at this sudden appearance of an unknown vessel. It disturbed her that in the span of less than an hour she had just time traveled six years into the future, and now twice in the same system is encountering potential hostiles. So far this Twi'lek pilot showed no threat, still it was strange that these people just so happened to be here.
"Hail Unknown vessel, this is the Star Destroyer Herald of Retribution of her Majesty's Imperial Navy, you are entering Imperial Battle Space, state your intentions or be considered hostiles" She repeated it again on the intergalactic Basic channel, several droids began to translate her words in the multitude of languages that existed throughout the galaxy. A signal lamp began flashing in Basic morse code the same message.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

She nodded listening"hmm indeed odd for one to arrive half a light year in the future "she then listened to him again and bowed her head" I intend to make it so we both won't have tension"she said before setting back and listening again" no I was not I ain't a sith nor would I ever become one"she said and relaxed some but kept weary of around her just in case

I don't know about that I've been out of the wars for awhile now

[member="Caius Flavian"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Watcher Three"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Location: Enroute to Muunilist
2nd Fleet- UTC Diplomatic Sahara Group
1 Hammerhead class Frigate, "Remnant" / 4 Crusader Class Corvette / 2 MC80 Liberty type Star Cruiser / 2 Ulur'uur-class Frigate / 4 Voyeur-Class Corvette

"Viceroy, we have a distress signal that just appears from nowhere, it's codes are old so it doesn't register with our transmitter codes, what would you have us do sir?"

Jaster stood at the bridge of the 'Remnant', this was suppose to be a diplomatic mission to secure treaties with both the Sith Outpost and Mandlaorians. They were of course less then helpful and resistant to everything Jaster had offered them, he was now going to Muunilist. There he was to meet with the head banker of the Intergalactic Banking Clan for the final treaty signing, he was however already ahead of schedule though. He had responded to distress signals many times before, tracking the Unknown and it always brough up troubles that people couldn't ignore even when they should have.

This would just be another time, "Go ahead XO, maneuver the fleet to the Distress Signal, let out the all clear transmitter and hail-"

Jaster was interrupted by one of the Nav Officers, "Viceroy, the signal just entered hyperspace and seems to be moving, looks like their heading to one of the systems, closing in on the Sith Boarder, no Sith vessels in the area to respond, seems all clear"

This was turning into an odd situration, what vessel gave out a distress signal and then entered hyperspace, why did they even let one out? There were a lot of questions that needed answering, but his best guess we're pirates who forgot to turn off the signal. Jaster didn't allow pirates near his trade lanes, but if that fleet was larger then his, he would be in a lot of trouble. He decided to just stay close and observe until he could get a proper reading on this signal he was folowing.

"XO, keep a distance, but I want eyes open, get crews to battle stations, quietly, we don't need to worry the crew, say it's a precaution."

The female XO was Admiral Alex Jamison, his long time friend and a women with a temper. She was the perfect person for this kind of operation, and you could tell she was board of this diplomatic mission already. She walked to the Coms Officer and set the plan into motion with a smile on her face. Jaster just hopped she would behave and not jump the gun on this one.

The diplomatic group jumped into hyperspace.

[member="stardust"] [member="Caius Flavian"] [member="Watcher Three"]

 

[Watcher Three]

Watcher grinned as he heard the transmission from Herald of Retribution, and hit his own transmitter. So, it was Commodore Caius Flavian... Fascinating. The HRD spoke into the mic, with a relatively relaxed tone. After all, what was there for him to be afraid of? They would probably not be able to destroy any of his ships before he could jump out.

And so he replied, "Well, Herald, this is Typhoon Squadron ship Spyglass. Believe it or not, I simply came to this moon out of an eccentric, random, desire. If I believed in the Force, I'd say that was it. Of course, I'm honored to see the flagship of the Imperial Remnant, no? So sad that you lot were reported missing in action."

[member="stardust"] [member="Caius Flavian"]

 

[Caius Flavian]

[member="Watcher Three"]
[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

-Recon One
The situation appeared tense for what was essentially a group of vessels encountering another vessel.
Sensory and auspex sweeps began making a more through search of the surrounding zone of space. Stretching its Digital Detection Networks Fence out to 350,000 kilometers.
An alarm began to sound.
The technician set the high beam performing scan rates on auto function and turned his attention to this new event.
"Sir, large cronau radiation mass burst detected, it appears to be either one large vessel or a group of vessels arriving in system, bearing 180.180.P99"
"Behind us? Distance?"
"Determining relativity now sir!" A quick adjustment of a dial, outside a multitude of small panels along the ventral section of the vessel began to decrease in size. Soon the fence was pushed to its supreme limits of displaying all objects within the system. The Battle Space was a blue sphere near 700,000 kilometers out in circumference centering around the Herald of Retribution. This represented the maximum effective distance that the majority of the Heralds weaponry could reach with limited accuracy.
"Outside of the Battle Space, estimated 8 million kilometers out Sir!"
"Alert the Retribution"



-Herald of Retribution
"Missing in action?" In a hushed voice Captain Zia clenched her fist and slammed the side of the computer terminal she was at. She clicked the transmitter to mute.
A moment passed before she sighed as a decision came to pass.
"Stand down, set condition 2" She ordered for the second time. At this rate the tension among the crew and fleet could prove detrimental. The Spyglass did not appear to be hostile.
"Set condition 2 through out the fleet"
Captain Zia returned her attention to this vessel. She could only presume that this ship was part of a larger force by inference of the term squadron, perhaps they were a bandit of pirates or mercenaries who used this system as a base of operations.
A battle was unwise especially with the limited, though potent, forces at their disposal. The Spyglass could very well be baiting or looking to draw the Imperials closer to the moon.
"Course correction all ships rotate on bearing 141.105.P45"
Battle Group Retribution began to slowly move so this course correction would keep the fleet parallel with the Spyglass.
She thumbed the mute button "Spyglass, confirm your last, missing in action?"
"Sir Recon One is reporting Cronau radiation, unknown in system arrival" A brief glance would show that there was time to respond to this. Rather than throw the fleet into condition one again Captain Zia decided to deal with this second encounter.
"Alert the Commodore," she ordered then addressed the Typhoon vessel "Spyglass, is this your doing?"



-Caius
I thought over an opportunity with which [member="stardust"] presented.
"Perhaps I can make you an offer, I'm in need of information, in need of making contact with others. To move around with my fleet will be difficult as there are certainly those who would seek to either take control of this considerable arsenal or take us as threat and seek our destruction. If you are willing I would like to hire you then to seek out the remains of the Imperial Remnant where ever they may be. I'll pay in 250,000 credits up front and 1 million in total" I decided to offer part of my remaining fortunes. If it would lead me back to the Empire then It would be worth it.
My commlink chirped and I pressed my finger to the receiver.
"Commodore, we have a situation"
"Right I'll be up there in a moment" I furrowed my brow, trouble.
Hopefully nothing too crazy.
"Will you accept?"