To Snuff a Spark | VC-UED First Contact [5 BBT]

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// SV Rolling Thunder
// Serene Swords Republic
// 5 BBT

“Simple job really. Jump in, hit a couple civvie freighters, cause some havoc, and run away. Pay’s pretty good. 20,000 creds.”

“Well, no time like the present.”

“Helmsman, bring us underway.”

“Clearing the mooring!”

// CNV Candela Flamea
// Horizon Gate, Vandalence Compact
// 5 BBT | Day 19 of Current Patrol
Commodore Hinako Mira

“I suppose?!”

Anger rolled through the particularly short Commodore’s face, something she’d continuously been reprimanded for throughout her career.

“You want me to trust the CIS’ Direct Action Corps? So we’re just feeding corpses to Void now, are we?!”

“You know we can’t-”

“SIX SUCCESSFUL OPERATIONS OVER FIVE YEARS!”

The CIC had been soundproofed multiple times over the course of her term in service. While on shore leave after their first week or so with her, most had soundproof headphones stored out of sight.

“You ask me to do a First Contact, I do it! I ferry an important diplomat? Sure! I ask for a real special forces unit.. No! Ugh. Fine. If they botch the mission, I will be speaking to your supervisor. You understand that?”

She sighed.

“Helmsgirl bring us underway. Full Ahead.”

“On it. Course charted.”

// CNV Candela Flamea
// Starton, United Empire of Denvaria
Commodore Hinako Mira

“Arrived at target destination. Exiting silverspace now.”

“…We see anything?”

“Lots of traffic, but nothing matching our predetermined signature for two Callistos, a Locastes, or a Rigel. Nor any silverspace signature besides ours. Place is clean, cleaner than clean.”

“Line. Suppose we’ll give them pre-warming. Maybe we won’t have to use DAC today.”

“Line is ready aye ma’am!”

“This is Commodore Hinako Mira of the Vandalence Compact broadcasting in the blind. Requesting to speak to system authority about a possible hostile attack in this area.”

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King Jason II Memorial Station, In Orbit Of Starton
July 10th, 2549 PY
Starton System, Capitol District

“Report!” The surprisingly loud voice of Grand Admiral Alexandra Varson, Duchess of Nyvari, sounded through the stations CIC as radar and communication specialists tried to figure out just what was going on.

“Ma’am, Unknown vessel in system, 500 meters, drive sig isn’t ours nor Vulkan or Chr’Kahr. Their weapons appear to be cold as of right now.” One of the Captains stated.

Alexandra furrowed her brow in both confusion and annoyance, right as one of the Comm Specialists shouted.

“Incoming broadcast, non-military channel!”

“Put it through.”

“Yes Sir.” The Specialist flipped a few switches before the broadcast sounded.

“Vandalence Compact? Lieutenant, check records to see if we have anything on them.” Alexandra ordered, as the called upon Lieutenant began cross referencing with forcibly acquired Vulkan and Chr’Kahr records.

“Anything?”

“No, Ma’am, we have nothing on them.”

Alexandra didn’t like that answer, primarily because it left the answer as to whether or not their hostile or even humanoid too open. “Set all ships to Combat Alert Yellow and divert civilian traffic away from that ship. Notify GroundCom of possible threat and send out Priority One signal to nearby systems to spin up their Jumpdrives in case this turns hot. Am I clear?”

“Yes Ma’am!” As the CIC began condescending into organized chaos.

One of the Leading Comms Officer, a Commander, spoke up. “Ma’am, what about the broadcast?”

Alexandra sighed. “Open a channel with them, priority two.”

“Yes Ma’am” He stated as he barked orders at his subordinates to open the channel.

“Channel Open!” One of the Comms Specialist sounded.

“This is Grand Admiral Alexandra Varson of the Imperial Denvarian Navy and CO of the Capitol Defense Fleet. I wish to speak face to face regarding your claim in regards to a hostile attack.”

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// CNV Candela Flamea
// Starton System, Capitol District
// 5 BBT | Day 33 of Current Patrol
Commodore Hinako Mira, Fleet Commander Johnathan Cuwatt

“Give me coordinates and I’ll be there. Just know that if I die, I will be avenged.”

Mira hands off control to her Fleet Commander, Johnathan Cuwatt, heading down to the Flight Deck.

“Now launch the ready five and go to action stations for flight operations. Bring Ketch 1-1 up and have it prepared for flight. Fleet Commander is the Officer on Deck.”

“Should we prepare an orbital grid incase things go wrong?”

“Go ahead. I need a security detail for Ketch 1-1.”

// Reference Point “Roslyn”
// Battlespace Reference Point

The Commodore’s Sprite took off towards the station, followed by an escort of VF-12 ‘Pixie’ fighters. Several ‘Satyr’ Early Warning & Control Spacecraft began flying picket missions to maximize radar coverage for the fleet, a standard procedure in the Compact Doctrine.

// King Jason II Memorial Station
// A/C-19 ‘Sprite’
Commodore Hinako Mira

The Sprite pulls into the hangar hastily, skidding between crates and the landing signal officer. Before the engines can even spool to idle, the back door slides open and Hinako walks down to wait.

// SV Rolling Thunder
// 15 Minutes to Interception

“Make a sig check.”

“Got one opening in the last fifteen minutes.”

“They use their own FTL, right?”

“Means only one thing.. Compact Strike Fleet got here before us.”

“Could be Seraphim.”

“The fuck would Seraphim doing this far spin-lee?”

“Fair enough.”

“Always knew CIS was sloppy, but they couldn’t even wait to use their embed.”

“Send a bounce back to Syndica about the compromise, and toss the traitor out the airlock before we exit Silverspace.”

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