(100 BBT) - System IV-6501 Planet III “Nuwe Elize” | First Quadrant | Allied Nations Territory
“Still nothing, Sir” reported Tel’amar, the Valtoran Lieutenant, to Captain Jan Ezekiel of the 12th Terrestrial Ward of Nuwe Elize in his office. “I can’t find any languages that fits them, whatever they are.”
Tel’amar was responsible to interrogate the mysterious alien the ward had captured last night in a raid on Nuwe Elize’s foundry disrict, an operation that costed Captain Ezekiel six brave Terrestrials and wounded two dozen more.
They only managed to subdue this alien’s underlings and claded them in shield-coffers and shock-cuffs after dealing with their unidentified weaponry, technology no one in Nuwe Elize had ever seen. Reports of the strange circumstances had been filed to the Institution of Justice, but Captain Ezekiel doubt they’ll read it until next week.
For months, all wards of Nuwe Elize had been on the hunt of a distributor for a dangerous substance called ‘spice’, a substance put on high alert by the IOJ after causing thousands of deaths across the Alliance. Investigators trailed the track back to Nuwe Elize, simply because the ‘spice’ hadn’t got distributed before the colony was founded less than a decade ago, and that it was in the least patroled system of the First Quadrant.
“Have you filed for leave-of-use of the CBD Database?” asked the Captain. Lieutenant Tel’amar nodded. “I have, Sir, but I doubt we’ll get answers today, let alone if its accepted or not. I’ll call up some favor from my friends in the archives to speed things up.”
Captain Ezekiel sighed. “Get yourself some rest, then, and ask Charlize to come to my office,” Captain Ezekiel commanded. Lieutenant Tel’amar bowed with respect and left the room. Moments later, Lieutenant Esther Charlize entered and stood at attention. Captain Ezekiel gestured her to the seats.
“It’s all 124 crates, Sir, each measuring a standard tonne. Two more tonnes were being partitioned to smaller packages for transportation,” Lieutenant Charlize answered the question Captain Ezekiel was going to ask. “If you’re asking me, the reports are true. This is ground zero for the distribution network. Or at least it was, thanks to us.”
“Any luck with the arrival and hyperjump log from the stations up there?” asked the Captain. Lieutenant Charlize shook her head. “It’s all been registered ships on the logs, and all the pirates and smugglers we’ve encountered leaving while carrying these cargo have been identified and accounted for. But we have nothing on ships that brought the damned stuff here.”
“So, it’s either the jump logs had been screwed over with, or we’re dealing with ships that does not use hyperjumps, and with somekind of a cloaking ability?” Captain Ezekiel theorized.
Lieutenant Charlize shrugged her shoulder with a sigh. “Well, it’s not really out of the realm of possibility, Sir, considering the ‘weapons’ they brought along.”
“Well, I expect you file the reports to the IOJ database as soon as possible, and then get yourself some rest. Good work for today, Esther,” Captain Ezekiel dismissed Lieutenant Charlize, the latter stood up and bowed before leaving.
Captain Ezekiel gathered his belongings before leaving the office. The Governor had arranged to meet with the wounded Terrestrials in the Medical Center this evening, and he had to be there to ward off the press before the Governor meet his overdosed son, still in comma in one of the secluded wards, a matter the Commissioner had given him to handle delicately, especially before next year’s election.
The Captain felt a little lighter that this affair had come to some closure. Or at least that what was he hoped for.