Regardless of all exchanged communications, the Light Cruiser Granica 7, at the high orbit of the planet, began to slowly descend towards the planet's atmosphere, a few moments after it was confirmed they have apparently agreed with their terms. As their massive ship approached the planet, it was their intent of colonization. At such moment, Vice-Admiral Jarek Symanski issued further orders through the phone:
"Granica 7, initiate transmission of all survey data to contact. Prioritize seismic, volcanic and hurricane predictions in the information streams. Prepare for phase I."
Afterwards, he gave the next order to his own crew:
"All of Flota Granica but Granica 7, initiate jumps at designated points."
Slowly, their fleet jumped and returned dispersed through the system, covering much of it, as they seemingly were scanning every inch of the system. Meanwhile, the Heavy Cruiser approached the massive behemoth, as the voice ushered, among other things:
"Requesting permission to dock."
Soon the Vice-Admiral would have his meeting with these foreigners, as he began to move towards the docking bay of the Heavy Cruiser, to get ready for leaving once the permission was confirmed, and the docking clamps in place, which would adjust themselves to fit to the specifications of the foreigner ship docking bay. He knew very well the gravity of the situation, from having such power so close to the home world, once again perhaps threatened, and thus, he reminded to stay cool, cautious and not say more than what is needed. Maybe this time the pen would replace the sword.
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"Beginning atmospheric entry in three, two, one..."
Suddenly, a vacuum surrounded the saucer-shaped light cruiser, as the massive reentry heat passed through the vacuum, and it began to rapidly descend. Looking through the projected image of the ground below, of the oceans, not as large as those in Earth, it became clear for Captain Treblinski that they have finally found what they were looking for. Magnifying the sight countless time, terrain began to be surveyed carefully by the crew, until they finally decided to land near and east from a large, slowly progressing isthmus that extended for almost a thousand miles of length, separating two super-continents, roughly western and eastern, that formed most of this world, probably part of a former single continent, and other than they, from they quick mapping, there was only a few islands, the ice caps, slightly bigger than in Earth as the planet was a quite farther from its star, relatively speaking as such star was a blue star, and a big continent in the bottom, right in the middle of both super continents. The terrain was heavily forested, and apparently, with some gentle hills and bathed by several rivers.
The large flying saucer gently landed over a big clearing among the temperate alien woods of the planet, featured by the predominantly blue leaves and blue-colored vegetation instead of what was usual on Earth or most planets of the New Paradigm. Looking at the ramp about to be lowered, Captain Treblinski, with his space suit now replaced by a ceremonial Navy officer uniform, bolt-action gauss rifle and saber included, received a flag from one of his crew members, the old flag of Poland. The alien, bluish skylight began to mingle with the artificial white lights of the cruiser as the ramp lowered, until the paradise was revealed. Despite the blue vegetation, the sounds of chirping birds and the purest air the captain ever breathed made it clear how it was important to proceed. And thus, he began to get down the ramp, and as he reached the clearing, his men behind, anxiously awaiting for the moment. Staking the flag over the grass, Captain Treblinski then said, not very inspired, but still, aware of the importance of such action, the Phase I of the Border Security Project, now hastened due to the fact that foreigners have just came to their vicinity:
"Today, we shall establish the city of New Suwalki from these untamed grounds, to watch carefully the presence of those whose presence might become a threat to our future and our survival, and now, our time is short, and thus ceremonies unnecessary," he looked at one of the lads and said, "bring this information to the fleet, and we can close our borders from hasty incursions while negotiations are occurring. We have to settle at least half of this world quickly, least they take it over with no guilt." handling a punch card to the boy, he then looked at the risen flag,
Quickly, the sailor headed inside the Granica 7, and quickly inserted the punch card in a slot that only one of the several telephones of the bridge had, a red colored phone unlike most. The card was shredded by something inside the phone while it began "dialing" automatically to its destination. Riskily, gaseous exotic matter began to be expelled from the rear of the light cruiser, as a radio transmission came towards the location of such gases near instantly, only to vanish, and reappear towards the recently arrived Kkc. Zwycięstwa close to the planet's orbit. The red phone ringed, as the Vice-Admiral quickly answered, and listened:
"This is an automated message, printing data." a punch card then was thrown by the phone, and he took it and moved to a table amidst the control room, where a decrypting machine stood.
"Today's code," he then remembered of a sequence of fifty numbers and letters without any aid, something that contrasted with the anachronistic nature of their vessel. Suddenly the machine began printing some orders, in a pace that was surprisingly slower than that of people using old typewriters inside the ship. As the information left, he immediately began to interpret it.
Multiple strategic points have been selected, but they could only establish eleven colonies, with the Heavy Cruiser packing enough infrastructure for building an early capital. Looking quickly at the printed geographical map of the planet, Jarek began to trace lines and think, aware that while he did such, their vessel prepared to dock with the massive juggernaut of those foreigners. Eventually, he traced a few lines over a region with natural boundaries: a river network crossing east to west, an icy mountain chain coming from north and slightly eastward to south and slightly westward which fed the river, the isthmus to its west, and the ocean to the north, and marked the exactly eleven identified strategic spots around such region. A potentially minerals-rich and extremely fertile pass next to the mountain chain basin to the east, which served as an important exit through the rest of the continent, fertile riverbeds, rainy hilltops, the beginnings of a large desert to the southeast formed by the blockade of winds coming from west to east by the mountain range that could perhaps harbor fossil fuels, forests and a deep south tip of a tropical jungle, among others. In the most central strategic spot, the Admiral quickly wrote "Nowy Gdansk", New Danzig, perhaps a fitting name for the situation they were into.
"Docking procedure in one minute!" the speakers announced as the admiral hurried to the red telephone and dialed, as he inserted the annotated map into a larger slot in it, and the map was promptly shredded by the phone. Meanwhile, a similar AS-jump happened to the radio waves as they immediately reached the landed saucer in the planet.
"Captain, we have orders to set temporary derivatives at these positions to accelerate the landing of the others." the sailor presented the map, at the same time dumb machines began unloading colonization supplies from massive crates."
"Stop unloading procedure." he said, as massive containers were then left in the landing site, and the machines and human crew returned to inside the vessel, which began to hover, emitting a peculiar hum, and thus it began accelerating and flying through the skies, in high altitude at hypersonic speed."
"Landing zone two to be reached in one minute. AS-generator ready for deployment." The strange vessel began unloading a gaseous material that dissolved into nothing, as a few moments afterwards, one of the light cruisers would emerge inside the planet's atmosphere, and immediately begin its landing to the designated zone. Perhaps they were way too much appreciative of the British Space Marines motto, whose entire doctrine originated from the Special Air Service: "He Who Dares Wins."
As such operation just began, Jarek anxiously awaited, two men armed with gauss carbines escorting him, hearing the docking clamps connecting to the bay he has been instructed to dock to. The Vice-Admiral carefully lifted a small pill from a hidden pocket, and placed it in a hollowed tooth inside his mouth. Hopefully, he would not have to damn his soul to Hell for the survival and freedom of his nation and his people.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..."
"What audience will they provide?" he thought, before the counter finally ended.
"Three, two, one."
The massive Docking clamp doors then opened.
