TAF - Tusadu Air Force, operates all air and space operations in Tusadu.
SPADES - A scale from 1 to 15 where 1 is safe and no risk for damage and 15 is full combat. Each ship has a different value. SPADES values of more than 10 usually indicate ongoing or imminent combat, and values of more than 5 usually indicate high tensions.
TEXSAD - Texas Space Defense. Operates radars and issues deployment orders for Texas, the National District, Kadiri, and Peninsula.
SACDEF - Sacramento Defense Command. Operates radars and issues deployment orders for California, Kalmykia, and Shrimpia.
Ashley District, Hartmond Territory, Texas, Tusadu
Jon watched from his quarters as the planet below him turned dark. He hated being trapped there, but it was better than being stuck dealing with terrorists in Austin or criminals in the frontier. Really, he got the perfect job: it’s too remote to be a major target by rebel groups, but it’s too populated to be a preferred system for criminal organizations. He was put there due to increased suspicion of terrorist cell activity in the area due to previous attempts to limit food supply in the core worlds, but he strongly doubted this low production system of 50 million people would be the target of anything.
Of course, it was. After thinking that, he got a message from the primary officer on the bridge of the ship that he needed to “see something”. Of course he did. He left the tranquility of his quarters for the empty hallway. Wait, empty hallway? There must be something going on. He walked down the hallway to the bridge–conveniently close to his quarters–and then saw pandemonium. When he entered the bridge, he saw the bridge staff running around and panicking due to… nothing? Something?
He cleared his throat and spoke up. “Uh, what’s going on here?” Suddenly the entire bridge froze. Everyone returned back to their normal positions and allowed him to walk to the window at the front of the bridge. “So, uh, what am I supposed to see? I don’t see anything except the planets and the star.”
His primary officer spoke up. “Sir… look at the radar.”
Jon walked towards the radar screen. As he walked closer, he noticed it was beeping. That was when he saw it–a huge mass of unknown ships. At least 150, by his count. The nearest fleet was a few systems over, criminal fleets usually only had about 5 or 10 small ships, and caravans weren’t as close together… so that left only one thing. The thing that they were training him for, despite his belief that it was completely pointless because he believed that there couldn’t have been anything else out there. After all, they’d been looking for centuries. Surely they would have found more by now, right?
“Uh… alright. I need someone to call TAF Dallas and let them know that we need a fleet here yesterday for a potential first contact. Let’s raise to SPADES IV and let the police on the ground know that they need to get ready, just in case. Also, it might be prudent to notify TEXSAD and SACDEF that we are possibly engaging in first contact. Let’s get this show on the road.”
broadcast in English
UNIDENTIFIED VESSELS. . .THIS IS ASSISTANT SHERIFF JON WILKINS OF THE ASHLEY DISTRICT SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT. . .PLEASE BROADCAST VESSEL IDENTIFICATION NUMBERS OVER TUSADU STANDARD FREQUENCY OR OVER RECEIVING FREQUENCY IF STANDARD RADAR UNAVAILABLE. . .PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE RECEIPT. THANK YOU