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This is an RP, not a story, so please join. This is set far in the future of the Kerait Trilogy: Wartorn, Return of Kerait, and A Call to Arms. You don't need to read those stories, as I will just make a synopsis on what happened (for A Call to Arms, I will simply make an estimate of what would've happened and go from there. This story is about first contact, that's all I will say, I don't want to spoil it. Now, please make a character sheet. You can either be a Keraitian Councilman as the Democracy established at the end of Return to Kerait has been replaced (the Council consists of fifteen men, all of great importance and intellect, such as the Chairman of Kerait, the High General of the Army, the Grand Admiral of the Navy, the Director of the Keraitian Intelligence Service, and several Lords (there are now Lords, they don't control cities, they are merely men of great prominence that hold public posts). You can also be a soldier, and can be anything except the High General, Grand Admiral, and the Director of the KIS. You can also be a normal citizen. I will play the role of several different NPCs as well as my character.

Characters (NPCs)
Chairman Maxwell Benson - Once a power hungry Lord, he came to power by overthrowing the former chairman, George Johnson, and taking the position of Chairman.
High General Frank Gomez - A gifted land tactician, he is able to coordinate forces with extreme skill. He was once a member of the Dragons, the personal guard force of the Chairman.
Grand Admiral Bart Candor - A natural space Commander and Supreme Commander of the Keraitian Navy. He is a man with a dry sense of humor and a code of honor that has made him respected by his men, but disliked by almost everybody else.
Director Howard Grayson - Director of the Kerait Intelligence Service. He is cunning, intelligent, and somewhat cold.

More will be introduced of course! But these are the only ones of importance so far. Here's the character sheet:

Character:
Age:
Affiliation:
Description
Family:

Character: William Reveritt
Age: 37
Affiliation: Leader of the Gold Dragons (can I? :-D)
Description: William Reveritt was given the position fo Leader of the Gold Dragons after his father, Cole, died.  So far, he has been a great leader and a very wise strategist.
Family:
Father: Cole Reveritt (deceased)
Mother: Anna Reveritt (Age: 91)
Brother: Leroy Reveritt (Grand Admiral)

Woooot!

Character: William Reveritt
Age: 37
Affiliation: Commander
Description: William Reveritt was given the position for Commander after his father, Cole, died.  So far, he has been a great leader and a very wise strategist.
Family:
Father: Cole Reveritt II (deceased)
Mother: Anna Reveritt (Age: 91)
Brother: Leroy Reveritt (Private)

Damn, I can't do anything today. >_>

[Fine, but I get better lightspeed. Because Reduced forces=reduced additional crew=reduced ships. and >5 ships of corvette or lower is only a squad.]

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Character: Freelancer 'Commander' Karzun Demonsul
Age: 31
Affiliation: Freelancer Leader
Description: Demonsul is a freelancer; he works for pay or debt. He has been used by Keraitian forces before. He is twisted and corrupt, also he is highly dangerous is combat and not to be trusted, but if properly paid for he can be a valuable asset, especially for his useful sabotage and assassination tactics and individually efficient marine force. However, he has been known to act as a double agent on occasion. Once again; not to be trusted.
Forces: Demonsul is the commander of a group of three frontier-class corvettes. They are potent all-round vessels with powerful weapons systems; antiproton missile batteries, PD lances and mass drivers, V0.2 prototype cloaking fields capable of making a ship harder to pick up on radar, standard drives capable of .87 LS with signature dispersers and advanced FTL hyperjump generators, which allow any distance to be traveled in a few hours. The corvettes are also equipped with landing devices and markIV attack pods for surface and infiltration missions. The freelancer marine force of 50 he controls are highly skilled covert soldiers.
Family: Unspecified
Location: Unknown
Other: CF 114634146989653
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[OOC: Keep in on hold until I return pls. Will join.]

[[OOC: The game starts now. Introduce your character...have him do something. When everybody has posted, I'll start the main plot.]]

Chief Petty Officer Gordon Kyphus sat in the hanger bay of the Large Assault Frigate Typhoon, that was comandeered by his brother. 

Captain Felix Kyphus was a smart thinking man who always followed orders to the letter and was highly thought of by his superiors.  Gordon was proud to have him as his older brother, and he was equally proud of being stationed on his ship. 

Gordon liked tinkering with his fighter's basic componants, always trying to squeeze every bit of power out of them.  He always slightly modified anything he was told to pilot, wanting a little bit of edge on any enemies he would face.  He had had no real combat experience, but he had practiced manuevering through asteroid fields and targeting specific ones.  It was good training and the danger was there, but nothing ever fired back.  He wondered if things would ever change for Kerait.  He loved space since he began being stationed there, and he did not mind the sometimes long deployments he had been on.  It was something he got used to and found ways to pass the time. 

He finished messing with his fighter for one day and wandered around the ship for awhile as it sat above his home planet.

[[OOC:

Now for the promised Synopsis on the three stories before this, they need to be long or you won't understand them:

WarTorn
Kerait and Olkun'ut had been at war for over fifty years. Nobody even remembered how the war started, nobody really cared. Eventually, due to a plan by Colonel Delran Dark, peace is made with Olkun'ut, though it is a false peace only made to give Kerait time and money to build new weaponry and vehicles...along with the atomic bomb. Before the war starts again, Yerchico attempts to kill High General James Septim. Afterwards, in retaliation, Septim kills Yerchico in a coup. Now Chairman of Kerait, Septim invades and takes over Olkun'ut. At the celebration, warning sirens go off warning everybody of a nuclear strike. Septim leads most of the people at the celebration into an underground vault that will protect all in it against nuclear strike. In it are around three hundred CHCs (cryogenic hibernation chambers). James Septim, Delran Dark, Dak Perkins, Brian Reynolds, all of the Dragons at the celebration, and many more soldiers enter the pods, not to awake for one hundred years.

Return of Kerait
The Keraitians emerge from the pods and go out onto the surface (with the help of a large drill) to discover a large desert where Kerait Island had once been a grassland. The Keraitians got into several vehicles that had been stored inside and went towards the Kerait bridge. After going onto the mainland, they discover the small village of Nukesberg where the city of Herval had once stood. Out of the ground came a large drill, followed by several tanks and Keraitian soldiers. Septim then found out that the underground shelters had been used. He sends High General Delran Dark out to gather the survivors from the other shelters. He also learns that the nuclear strike was caused by Iellus Corporation (Now the Iellusian Empire), a major arms manufacturer during the war. They knew that they would not be able to survive once worldwide peace was made, so they used their nuclear bombs (that they had stolen from Kerait) to nuke both Kerait and Olkun'ut into the stone age (or so they thought), after both nations were dead, they used the PAWKUK (Post Atomic War Clean Up Kit) to return the world to its previous state. Septim is given a PAWKUK by Nukesberg, and uses it to clean up Kerait Island (Iellus refused to clean up Kerait Island, and left it as an example to however defied them). Septim sends Dark, Reynolds, Perkins, two Dragon teams, and a Storm Rider team to establish an alliance with whatever remains of Olkun'ut. During that time, he sends Admiral Wolfe to gather intel from the Iellusian Empire. On that mission, Major Dak Perkins of the Red Dragons dies in battle. Delran Dark and Brian Reynolds soon make an alliance with Olkun'ut, and they are given the schematics for power armor (which can't be made yet, nobody knows of a good power supply). The power supply is soon discovered under Kerait Island. Due to the fact that Kerait's clean-up had taken one hundred years to do, there iron underneath Kerait Island had morphed into a highly radioactive substance. One ounce could power Kerait City for a number of years. They used that to make power armor. During that time, Septim had Brian Reynolds lead the Dragons in the takeover of the ISCC (Iellus Space Command Center) in order to control their EMP space station. Before the takeover, he has Dark lead his Storm Riders in the takeover of a relay station. That way the Space Command Center can't call for help. Reynolds send a man named Rell in, who sneaks past all of their security and turns off the cyborgs targeting restrictions. The cyborgs kill the organic guards. After all are dead, he switches off the cyborgs and opens the gate. Reynolds launches EMP strikes against most of Iellus. Then, with the help of power armor, Iellus is utterly destroyed (they have no power...they have only conventional weapons). James Septim then makes Kerait into a Democracy and runs for President, nobody runs against him. After his first term, he doesn't run again, wanting to raise a family (which he does. He marries a woman named Catherine and has two children: Alice and John Septim). A man named Greg Anderson takes his place. Anderson proves to be a terrible leader, and destroys relations with Olkun'ut. He also replaces the High Command of the Kerait Military. After Anderson's term, Septim runs against him and defeats him in a landslide victory.

A Call to Arms (No Details here...it died)
Septim returns to office and brings back his old High Command. After a short war with Olkun'ut, he ends up conquering it...again. After his second term, he leaves politics and spends the rest of his life with his family.]]

Gordon felt the ship move beneath his feet ever so slightly, figuring out that the ship had left the KSS-7 above Koan.  He knew they must be on a new mission..
Gordon was finally glad that he was going somewhere new.  He did not really know anything that was going on, but he was tempted to ask his brother.  Anyone of authority that he asked simply responded.
"We are just checking out some signal.  Nothing important that we know of."

Gordon wandered around the ship whenever he was not tinkering with his fighter.  He gave several meetings for his squad, but he hated them as much as they did.
"You all know your jobs.  You all know how to fly.  Teamwork and cooperation are key to survival.  Ask one of the engineers to help you with enhancing your fighter if you cannot do it yourself.  I do not need one of you suddenly exploding or something in the middle of a fight because you screwed up.  Keep ready at all times."

Gordon sighed as everyone would leave the meetings and sat down in his chair.  His usually wingman, Alpha two, was Samual Wittin.  Sam would commonly wait after the meetings to give Gordon tips for future ones.
"Not bad Gordon...but maybe make it not so...serious at the ends.  It was good though."

Gordon would sigh again at being corrected by someone under his rank, but he knew that Sam was smart.  He scored 98% or above on all of his flight tests while Gordon was just below that.
"I guess I should take a communications class or something whenever I have the time..."

[[OOC: Erus is a desert planet, almost uninhabitable...hasn't been worth colonizing yet.]]

"Engage the stealth systems," said Septim.
"Yes sir," said Ace as he pressed a button on his console.
As they zoomed closer to Erus, the signal got clearer.
"Get close enough for a drop," said Kyphus over the link.
"I agree," said Septim, "Ace, you heard him."
"Yes Commander," said Ace as he increased speed.
The Dragonfire zoomed in close, and then, something happened.
"What the hell?" yelled Lieutenant Norman West, Septim's XO.
"What is it?" asked Septim.
"We're getting some more readings from the other side of the planet! Other ships!" yelled West.
"Fall back!" said Septim, "Regroup with the task unit! Kyphus, Rhodes, we've got company!"

***

No Qalik had a name, none had any purpose but to serve their queen. As they came through the wormhole, their sensor devices began beeping, and everybody knew about it as soon as one did. There was no Captains on Qalik ships, their minds worked as one as it examined the situation, they all acted immediately. The carrier of the small two ship group released its fighters while the large frigate flew towards the Quicksilver and the Typhoon with surprising speed. Their weapons systems charged and delivered a shot, that shot was a supercharged laser that hit the Quicksilver from five miles away. The Quicksilver was split in half by the laser, and it seemed to crumple up once in half. It would take another five minutes for the laser to cool down, but the Qaliks did not care. There would be no surrender...all were their enemy...all woud be eradicated...

As Demonsul examined the desert planet in front of them, a red light flicked on in the console. "Something's happening on the other side of the planet!" said Euan. Demonsul disengaged the autopilot, he preferred flying the corvette when things were actually happening. As the high-speed engines flew the three corvettes around the planet, some other ships came into view. "Those are Kieraitian ships! That's the Dragonfire, there's that Typhoon, and that one is Quicksilver. I don't know about those other ships, maybe we should contact them," someone said.
At that moment, the large unnamed ship fired. A huge beam of light cut through the space between the large firgate and the Quicksilver, and everyone was forced to close their eyes at the light intensity. Once the afterimages had worn away, the Quicksilver had become a cloud of floating debris. Evidently the foes were against them, as a cloud of small fighters were flying towards he corvettes, guns blazing. Luckily, the PD lances were blasting them to pieces once they got close enough to engage. However, the fighters weapons were doing a surprising amount of damage to the corvettes' shielding.
Everyone went to combat positions, as per protocol. The control deck became a rush of activity, as people ran to their stations. Only Demonsul was motionless. "That thing has more power than even an Ion Array..." he said quietly to himself. Then, regaining his composure, he issued the orders. "I want us out of here!"
The hyperdrive spluttered, but no window appeared. "That frigate has a hyperspace inhibitor! We're trapped!" someone shouted.
"Looks like we're going to have to fight our way out of this," growled Demonsul.

As the frigate blew up, Demonsul breathed a sigh of relief. But the fighters were still pounding at the shielded hulls of the corvettes. "Get us out of here, as fast as you can!" he ordered.
The hyperdrive spluttered again, but nothing.
"The hyperspace inhibitor drained the capacitors! We can't go anywhere for an hour or two!" an engineer reported.
"We won't survive that long!" shouted back Demonsul, but then he saw the wormhole the Kieraitian ships had opened. Diving towards it, the three corvettes entered it just as it closed, blasting a fighter that had also tried to make the jump.
After a few seconds of pan-galactic travel, Demonsul emerged, a few hours later, alongside the Kieraitian ships that had just exited.
He quickly opened up all channels and shouted "Hold your fire! Freelancer Demonsul here, we do not wish to fight!" the Kieraitian ships weapons had swiveled to face the corvettes, but no shots had had time to fire.
breathing another sigh of relief, Demonsul sat back into his chair and waited for a response, or any form of contact.

Commander Reveritt walked out into Rear Admiral Hugh's office.  He saluted the man and sat down.

"May I ask why you have called me here?" Reveritt said.
"As you know, he have now had contact with the first outer-worldly being, and are at war with them now.  I need all the troops I have under my command to help in this battle, so I'm putting you in control of the Golden Frigate.  You'll be given an adequate crew, and high-power weaponry.  Good luck, Golden Captain.  You'll need it."

A beep came from Hugh's computer, which Hugh read, and turned back to William.

"Looks like you already have your first mission.  I need you to join forces with the Red Frigate and help insure they get back home.  They have information that might prove useful to us.  You'll be departing in twenty minutes."

"Thank you, sir!"  William saluted Hugh one last time, and walked out of the office room, towards his ship.

[[Oh yeah my post!]]

Demonsul headed after Dragonfire, in hopes of getting a better payment. The Freelancers already had free repairs in a few ports, including one nearby in which they made a quick stop, and didn't need KSS-7's service. Instead, they followed Dragonfire, as the Dragonfire was the only link they had with the Rear Admiral and upcoming payment.
"Besides," said Demonsul, "Those forces from Erus intrigue me. I want to go back and get a better look at them, and if I can get a contract with these guys I can make money at the same time."

Character: A Spoon
Age: 3 weeks
Affiliation: Just a spoon
Description: This is a metal object, commonly used to eat soup or deserts with.
Family: Fork, Knife

"This is the Typhoon requesting to dock at KSS-4.  We are slightly damaged from an enemy ambush and also have lost several fighters.  We will need some repairs and also replacement fighters and pilots."

"Permission granted Captain Kyphus, you may dock immediately.  We have engineers standing by and we have some stored fighters here for your use."

The Typhoon slowly moved towards Kerait Space Station 4 and docked with it.  A number of the crew went out onto the station to relax a little until they were called upon again. 

Gordon had to sit in a number of meetings about the last battle.  He had to look over recordings of the battle over and over to try and figure out a way to beat those ship defenses.  A number of flight officers argued about it for awhile.
"How can we beat those ship shields faster? If we are in a battle against multiple of those larger ships with the heavy cannon, we need to take them out fast.  We will suggest an idea for missiles that could possibly penetrate those shields.  Energy reports are back from scans on them and hopefully it is enough to find a way to beat them.  I want our ships protected, the Typhoon especially."

Gordon stumbled from the meeting, not having gotten any sleep since before the battle.  He made it to his bed and passed out almost.

[[The "slot for an AI" ...please explain more]]

"This is Fleet Admiral Henry Johnson, do you read me?" asked a voice on Demonsul's Communications Console.
Demonsul started, he had not expected a response this soon. "Come in, Johnson," he said into his console.
"Greetings Freelancer. Jackson told me about your proposition, I think we can use you. The Keraitian Government will give you five thousand Kerans for each clue you find as to who those guys were...we'll give you one hundred thousand if you manage to hijack one of their capital ships and bring it back...in one piece. Take it or leave it..." says Johnson.
"Sounds like a deal. I will gladly help your cause," responded Demonsul.
"Good, I knew you were a sensible person. Johnson out," said Johnson.
After communications had been severed, Euan said to Demonsul, "You accepted that price? Why not anything higher?"
Demonsul smiled, and replied, "It's because I wanted to be involved. I would have gone anyway, and if I get any money for it, so much the better."

A short while later, the corvettes were jumping into hyperspace.

"Roger that admiral, Typhoon will have the little guys on station and ready to launch."

Felix Kyphus walked over to a control panel and pushed a button.
"Attention all personel, this is Captain Kyphus speaking.  I am going to switch the ship over to yellow alert and I also want all fighters and bombers ready to launch at a moments notice.  That means fighters should be launching within seconds of my sounding red alert.  All combat personel should be ready at their stations.  I want to be ready before anyone else fires upon us."

Gordon heard the announcement and slowly walked to the hanger bay.  The announcement repeated several times to his annoyance, and he suited up.  He gathered Alpha Squadron together around their fighters for a pre-mission pep talk.
"Alright guys you know what we were up against last time.  I do not know if we will be facing any of the same enemies, but I want us to be fighting at 100% if we are.  Those fighters of theirs are strong bastards and we need to cooperate to talk them out.  You guys know your jobs.  Make sure you are with your wingman and give any enemy we face the true meaning of hell."

The men yelled and rushed off to their fighters, ready to kick some ass.  Sam walked over to Gordon quickly and knocked on his helmet.
"Ready to fly Alpha leader?"

Gordon slapped Sam back.
"Always ready Alpha two."

The two men climbed into their fighters and readied themselves for combat.

[[I know a hive mind when I see one, but I can't post now, will have to do so later.]]

After spending several days in space next to the KS Herval, things were actually boring.  They had met no resistance, and no threats were detected in their scans of the area.

Travis sat in his seat, staring through the window into the expanse of space, intrigued.  The universe had no boundaries, according to scientists which he believed, and even the large amounts of space which Kerait discovered is a millimeter compared what is still left in space.  A crack and buzz came from his computer, and the voice of Commander Kelon crackled to life.

"Commander," Kelon said.  "We've just completed our scans of the area, we have detected something... strange."
"Stranger than those... beings attacking us?" Reveritt said.
"Actually, the exact same."  The mic crackled off, and an explosion knocked Reveritt off his feet.

"Damn," William muttered.  He grabbed the mic and yelled, "RED ALERT!"

[[OOC: Promotion time! Don't read this until you read the post below or you'll be like. "WTF"

Might as well put in Kerait Navy Ranks. This isn't the same as US ranks. Not as many. XD

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Petty Officer
Chief Petty Officer
Master Chief Petty Officer
Warrant Officer
Ensign
Lieutenant Junior Grade
Lieutenant
Commander
Captain
Commodore
Rear Admiral
Vice Admiral
Admiral
Fleet Admiral

Due to the nature of my promotion, I am now a Commodore, meaning I control a large frigate and two small frigates.

Travis sorta went to the wrong place...so he's still a Commander. >.>

Deallus - Deallus's brother was on Jackson's side during the affair due to Jackson's rank, but Deallus convinced his brother not to fire his warheads. For that, he skipped a rank and went straight to Lieutenant Junior Grade.
Sorry for making up your story, you can change it if you want. I wanted to do this myself to somebody didn't just randomly fire and destroy one of their ships and ruin my storyline. You of all people know how annoying that is. Anyway, your next mission is similar to mine. A quick strike against a Qalik mining operation or a very small outpost.

Demonsul is...still a freelancer, though depending on what he writes, he could get some money for some downed Qalik ships. :D]]

As the Dragonfire went towards Vranos, she began picking up some strange readings.
"Several units have been detected. The signatures similar to those of the creatures found at Erus," said Alice.
"Alright, stay on yellow," said Septim as the Dragonfire circled around the planet. As it went around, the light that reflected off of the toxic planet's surface made for a great view of the ship. It was massive, larger than a heavy cruiser by a great margin. It was gray, with red stripes down it. It looked different than the ones they encountered before, but they weren't about to take any chances.
"Jackson! We've found them!" said Septim.
"Good, begin assault, Xarxes formation!" yelled Jackson as the fleet moved in. Fighters poured out of the hangars as the ships moved in and began firing, but the ships did not fire back.
"Commander Septim, they are trying to make contact," said Alice.
"What?" asked Septim, "Try to get me through, Jackson, stop firing! They're not hostile!"
"Stop firing? Dammit! Don't give me orders! Keep firing!" yelled Jackson, "Launch a couple warheads, that should teach 'em!"
"No!" yelled Septim as he saw two warheads fire from the Harbinger, "Shoot them down!"
"What!?" asked one of the weapon operators.
"Do it!" yelled Septim.
Two missiles flew out and blew up the warheads prematurely, saving the massive ship, and the human race. A massive, devestating, and beautiful explosion occured ten miles from the Dragonfire, sending out a spectacular shockwave that slightly rocked the Dragonfire.
"Stop firing! They want to talk!" roared Septim.
"Bastard! Those two warheads were around two hundred thousand apiece! When we get back to Koam, you'll be lucky to see a ship again!" yelled Jackson, "You can talk, I hope you get blown to hell!"
"Alice, get me through!" yelled Septim.
"Yes, Commander," said Alice as she patched Septim through to the alien ships.
"Tasa innt Crotians! Sheza carana ka dume!" yelled a voice over the Console.
"This is Commander Marcus Septim! Do you read me?" yelled Septim.
"Conana dere da'bata!" said the voice with a bit of relief behind it.
"Commander, they aren't speaking any language on our logs," said Alice, "They are not Keraitian, and they don't speak our language."
"Send our language files over the link," said Septim.
"Commander, if they are hostile, that would give them a huge advantage," said Alice.
"Just do it," said Septim.
"Yes, Commander," said Alice.
A few minutes later, a voice came back.
"Commander...Marcus...Septim?" asked the voice.
"Yes, do you understand me?" asked Septim slowly.
"Yes...I....do," said the voice, "We...come...in...peace..."

***

Rear Admiral Jackson listened to the conversation with a pale face.
They were friendly...I almost blew a friendly alien vessel halfway to hell...

***

"Who are you?" asked Septim.
"We...are the...Crotians," said the voice.
"Can we meet...in person?" asked Septim.
"Yes...in person," said the voice, "Come in a...fighter. We will...guide you in."
"I'll go," said West.
"No, I will," said Septim as he got up and walked towards the small launch hangar that the Dragonfire had on board. He got into a fighter and launched off from the Dragonfire a few seconds later. As he flew close to the alien ship, four ships different than the ships back at Erus flew towards Septim and guided his fighter into one of the hangars. Septim noticed that their turrets did not track him. As he got out of his fighter, several large humanoid figures approached Septim. They had red fur over a dark crimson skin, their eyes were a vibrant shade of green, and each was a few feet taller than Septim. They each carried a staff made of a strange wood, and as they opened their mouths to talk, Septim could see that they were omnivores from their teeth.
"Greetings Commander Septim," said one of the Crotians in a practiced line, "Follow me."
Two Crotians stood behind Septim, two walked in front. A few minutes later they arrived at an elevator, and when the elevator stopped, they stepped out into a large observation deck. A Crotian that looked stronger than the rest stepped out and looked at Septim.
"Greetings Commander," said the Crotian in a line that did not sound practiced.
"As a representative of the human race, and the Kerait Council, I greet you," said Septim in a line that he had been thinking of since he was greeted at his fighter, "And you sure learned our language fast..."
"Thank you, Commander, us Crotians are very quick learners...the fact that our computers are able to link with our mind helps. We have been watching your species for quite some time...it's about time you ventured into space" said the Crotian with an expression that resembled a smile, "I am what you would call an Admiral, though we call it a Han-Barem. My name is Gannus Vekarian."
"We were attacked earlier at the planet Erus by another group of ships, do you know who they were?" asked Septim.
"What did their ships look like?" asked Admiral Vekarian.
"Dark green, they look like a flat cone in the front a strange drive system in the back," said Septim.
"From your description, it sounds like you were attacked by the Qalik," said Admiral Vekarian, "In exchange for your language, I will send all files that we have on their technology, species, and worlds to your computer. Fair is fair."
"Thank you, Admiral Vekarian," said Septim.
"I will also send files on our species, culture, and language so that next time we meet, we will be able to speak in our own languages," said Admiral Vekarian.
"Words cannot express our thanks," said Septim.
"No 'thank you' is required. We too are at war with the Qalik," said Vekarian, "That is all I have to say. We will contact you soon enough."
"Goodbye, Han-Barem Gannus Vekarian," said Septim as he walked away.
"Farewell, Commander Marcus Septim," said Vekarian.
Septim turned, and was escorted back to his fighter. He then left the strange ship and was soon back on the Dragonfire where several of Septim's men began clapping.
"Welcome back, Commander," said Alice, "Shall I open up a link to the Harbinger?"
"Of course," said Septim.
"Well...I'll be damned...you...you did it. Well...I guess I was wrong," said Jackson over the link.
"I think you were, Sir, and with all due respect...pull your head out," said Septim.
"Now listen he-"
"No! I will not "listen here"! You nearly started a war with a friendly spacefaring Empire, I will not respect your position after that!" said Septim before killing the link.
"Commander, I don't think that was a good idea," said West.
"Oh well..." said Septim, "Ace, get us back to Koam."
"Sure thing, Commander," said Ace, "You did good back there..."
"Thank you, Ace," said Septim.
"Don't mention it," said Ace as the Dragonfire went into a wormhole.

***

"Congratulations, Commodore," said Septim's new commanding officer, Rear Admiral Gregory Hoffman. Hoffman had replaced Jackson as the Commanding Officer of the 2nd Task Group of the 3rd Fleet after Jackson's actions at First Contact with the Crotians.
"Congratulations yourself, Rear Admiral," said Septim.
"Thanks, now, down to business. From examining the Qalik files, we have discovered that one of their mining operations is close to Erus. I want the Dragonfire to get close enough without being detected and launch a warhead at their operation. They are extracting explosive material, so it should make a pretty big boom and a good distraction for your escape," said Hoffman.
"I'm on it," said Septim.
"Good, I've heard good things about you, get to work," said Hoffman.
Septim left the Admiral's office and got on a shuttle, half an hour later he was boarding his new ship, the KS Defiance. The Defiance was too large for a landing pad, and had to use a proper dock. Septim chuckled at the ironic name as he boarded her. At the controls were three men, Ace and two co-pilots. The ship was too large for one man to pilot, no matter how many claims Ace said. Septim's XO, Commander Jacob Ballum, was saluting.
"Sir!" said Ballum.
Septim returned the salute and approached Ace.
"Glad to have you here, Ace," said Septim.
"Glad to be here, Comman-Commodore," said Ace.
"You've served with me on two ships, you can call me Marcus," said Septim with a grin.
"Right...Marcus," said Ace with a grin.
"We're taking her to the Yerchico System," said Septim.
"That's bad luck in itself," said Ace as he readied for launch.
"I should know, my ancestor overthrew him," said Septim as the Defiance flew off. It was joined at a rendevouz by the Dragonfire and the new Quicksilver.
Must be running out of names if they use a dead ship's name that quickly, Septim thought to himself.
"Going into WormTravel now!" said Ace as the ship flew into a dark void...

[[OOC: Good long read. XD]]

[[NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I wrote an awesome long story, but it took me so long that by the time I was done VU had logged me out and I lost it all...

Basically, the summary of the story:
Discovered huge asteroid base in nebula
Captured a Qalik strike frigate (not the big laser one)
Combined frigate with existing corvette tech to make a ship with all the Qalik weapons and all the corvette weapons too
Jumped to Erus
Sent original plans of the frigate, a file naming the Qalik and the videos of the takeover that show Qaliks getting shot a lot to all Kierait ships within a hundred lightyears of Erus

It was a really good read, but now it's all gone...*sniff*

I HATE VU's AUTO LOG OFF!]]

[[OOC:

*Septim pulls out a "FAIL" stamp and stamps it on Travis's head.

Michael, you are now in command of a Corvette, corvettes don't have names, they have serial numbers. :-P. Usually around six numbers in this format:

247-698.

:D]]

"This is Rear Admiral Hoffman, Jackson is no longer here and I have no knowledge of yo-"
Suddenly, another voice came onto the console, cutting the other off.
"This is Fleet Admiral Johnson. Bring her to KSS-3 and your payment will be waiting," said Johnson.

***

Seven planets were now in front of the Defiance, the Dragonfire, and the Quicksilver. A capured asteroid was orbitting the sixth.
"Man your stations," said Septim.
"Automatic turrets online," said Alice.
"We're ready, Commodore," said Commander West, the man who had been the XO on the Dragonfire, and was now the commanding officer.
"Ready, Commodore," said Commander Sarah Madison of the Quicksilver.
"Lets go," said Commodore Marcus Septim as Ace and the two other pilots flew the ship towards the sixth planet.
"Arm the warheads," said Septim.
"Arming," said Alice, "Warheads are armed."
Septim waited until they were around six miles away from the asteroid.
"Fire!" said Septim.
Two warheads flew from the Defiance. Their explosive yield tripling that that had destroyed Kerait City many years before, yet they were not the strongest warheads. Upon contact, the asteroid exploded in a beautiful cloud, incinerating the workers and several docked ships.
"Alright, lets get out of here," said Septim.
Three wormholes opened, and the large frigate and two small frigates flew into them. After a few seconds, or what seemed like it, they were back at Koam. What they saw surprised them. One massive ship accompanied by two smaller but still massive ships were near Koam. Septim recognized one of the smaller ones as the Crotian ship from before.
"This is Commodore Marcus Septim, what's going on?" asked Septim.
"Hang on," said Hoffman.
Septim was soon patched through to the conversation, and given a recording of what had happened before he got there.
"This is Crotian Dreadnought Jo-Lurnos. I come in peace," said the voice that Septim recognized as Admiral Vekarian.
"We were told that you would contact us," said a voice Septim recognized as Chairman Maxwell Benson.
"I am sure you were. I will now translate for my Emperor, as my Keraitian is better than his at the moment..." said the voice.
"Alright," said Benson.
"I am Emperor Halanus of the Crotian Empire, and I have come to request an alliance against the Qalik," said Vekarian.
"We are quite able to handle the Qalik," said the Chairman, "I just received word that our attack on their mining colony succeeded."
The Crotian made a noise similar to a laugh, and spoke again.
"One attack on an undefended mining colony, and you think you won the war? Those ships you fought at "Erus" were but small frigates, and from what I have gathered, they blasted one of them away in one shot! They have machines that can drain the atmosphere from your world, they can manipulate gravity to cause your moon to crash into your planet, they have ships that are double the size of our flagship, and you think you can defeat them after attacking a mining colony? I am sorry, but you are outmatched," said Vekarian.
The Chairman was silent for several seconds.
"An alliance it is," said the Chairman.
"Thank you Chairman," said Vekarian, "We will transfer all data on our worlds and ships to your computers, hopefully you can build a decent navy from them."
With that, the ships left the system, and Commodore Septim sat back in his seat.
"Well, that was interesting," he muttered.