Mindstorm, an upper-class high-ranking officer in the Imperial Decepticon Navy, looked through the viewscreen at the vessel in front of him. He sighed and decided to initiate contact. “Greetings, unidentified vessel,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “As you may or may not, in fact, know, we are the soldiers of the Decepticon Empire. Now, who are you and why are you in the Tyrannian star system?”
....shit, London thought. A subspace signal was sent, alerting the LA to his situation and also giving the coordinates to the Tyrannia System in case he was to need backup. What was initially fear died after a few microseconds as scans filtered in, showing the presence of what appeared to be Electromag Kinetics and Laser weapons, with potential guided munitions and particle cannons as well. Relatively low-tech weapons that he'd be able to survive before making a getaway.
"This is the...ASV London, I am a science vessel on a mission to survey this star system. Apologies for trespassing, we were unaware this system was occupied."
While it was technically a violation of regulations to not address oneself with the LA designation instead of the Arkeyanan one when on an Alliance Mission, London believed that the BBIC (Big Brain In Charge) would make an exception given the circumstances
Suspicious. London was a city on Earth in the Human Confederacy's capital. They really doubted that this civilization would have strong knowledge of humanity. Unless... there were humans in their alliance? Not only that, but the ASV designation was far different from the CTCF designation. The latter stood for the Confederated Terran Colonial Fleet, but they didn't recognize the former.
"I must ask: that designation... what does it mean?" Mindstorm inquired.
"ASV stands for Arkeyanan Science Vessel, as I am under the flag of the Federation of Arkeyana."London answered, beginning to slowly rotate on their axis.
The Decepticons noticed that *London* was starting to rotate on its axis. They assumed they were going to leave. They would more than likely detect tracking devices attaching themselves to their vessel, so that was out of the question.
Mindstorm noticed that the ship's ECM was active. "London, why is your ECM active? he inquired.
"Ah, that...it's a personal thing, us Shipminds don't like getting scanned without consent, let alone by strangers. It's like someone walking up to you on the street and randomly giving a full, invasive medical examination."
The mention of 'Shipminds' intrigued the upper-class Decepticon. "Please, could you explain who these Shipminds are?" he inquired.
"Well, I'm one. AIs with spacecraft for bodies, it's nothing new."
Intriguing..., the Decepticon murmured quietly to himself. He then recalled the mention of a 'Federation of Arkeyana'. It was a long-shot, but what if these 'Arkeyanans' were related to the Laniakean Alliance or some other nation in Cymopolia? "Can you elaborate on what the Federation of Arkeyana is?" he inquired.
"The Federation is an intergalactic, multispecies civilization, formed to unite against a common enemy, and after said enemy was defeated, remained as it was and continued to grow."London replied. While part of the statement was untrue (The Revenant had, in fact, not been defeated and were still being fought), he had specific orders to not betray much in the way of information.
"Interesting. Now, we've heard about a Traveller..." Mindstorm went on. "The Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained, I believed. Have you heard anything about it?"
"No, I don't believe I have, nor any other Federation vessel in the galaxy."London lied.
Mindstorm was still skeptical. 'London' was seemed to come from this 'Federation of Arkeyana', but it still remembered him of the Human Confederacy. What if they were allies with humans, or what if some humans were Arkeyanans? Yet, the possibility, even if it was slim, that they were allies of the Laniakean Alliance still pervaded his mind.
"Do you know anything about the Laniakean Alliance?" Mindstorm inquired.
London felt his virtual heart stop for several seconds before speaking.
"Again, never heard of them."he lied. Again. Another subspace signal was sent to update the situation, and the Cutter Drive was only a few seconds away from cool-off.
It took several seconds for London to respond. The length of time it took for the Shipmind to respond intrigued Mindstorm; perhaps he wasn't telling the truth. No matter, he would have to investigate further. He'd either need to dispatch some starships - some bombers and fighters, maybe; he would need to ask Scorponok - and track down and spy on the *London* after it left Tyrannia.
"Have you set up any diplomatic embassies in Cymopolia?" Mindstorm inquired.
"I'm afraid not. The Federation has been moving into this galaxy at a slow pace, it's been ages since we've colonized anything."London responded. While very true, the reality was that the Laniakean Alliance simply had no need to expand the borders of any of their member nations. Finally, the Cutter Drive was finished cooling down, London beginning to spin it up and cease rotating.
"I apologize for getting in your hair, I shall be leaving shortly."was all he said before vanishing in a flash of white light, completely unlike what the NVNG used for FTL.
They're gone... Mindstorm thought.
He was still interested. On one hand, he managed to glean some more info that could be useful out of London. The Federation of Arkeyana seemed to be in Cymopolia and were expanding slowly. Many of their citizens seemed to be these 'Shipminds' as well... However, the Decepticons still knew very little about the Laniakean Alliance. He felt that something didn't add up. When he mentioned the LA, it took London entire seconds to respond, almost as if they were hesitating.
Perhaps contacting one of their allies would be the right way forward...
Reports from Commander Downthrust alleged that her crew encountered the Crucilandians, a nomadic group of mechanicals who were allies of the Decepticon Empire. He believed that they could aid them in tracking down *London*, though they'd need to send some Decepticons, organic prisoners or whoever they could scrounge up as payment. Many Decepticons didn't care about the other people and bots' lives, so this wasn't too much of a problem, so long as it didn't infringe upon their war effort.
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"Greetings, Crucilandians. This is Mindstorm of the IDN [i]Semper Tyrannis[/i], flagship of the Decepticon fleet assigned to Cymopolia. We need some help in tracking down a science vessel from the Federation of Arkeyana known as the [i]ASV London[/i], though I believe that it may have some ties to the Laniakean Alliance. We would be more than happy to help you acquire some - souls, is it? You assimilate others into your forms, yes? - if you aid us."
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"We have received your request for aid, and are prepared to respond. We have been passively monitoring interstellar traffic in this galaxy, and have noted the trajectory in which the ASV London took. Tracing the warp signature from the technology employed, it will be elementary to determine the system it- or any other vessels- warped to."
"Excellent," Mindstorm responded. "We'll give you some organic prisoners in return. Also, be prepared for the vessel to use a different designation, especially if it does have significant ties to the LA. It's better safe than sorry. Also, would you be able to track it down as well, as well as any of their allies? For all we know, it'll either go back to its home system, go back to its home galaxy, or just...? Go to another solar system to explore. It might even be going to several locations for all we know .We'll increase the amount of people and 'bots we give you."
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"Affirmative, Mindstorm. We can dispatch a reconnaissance task unit to fan out and shadow the vessel, as well as any others affiliated with the Laniakean Alliance. Be advised that wormhole travel cannot be done stealthily, so there may be a delay before we reach some of the vessels."
"Excellent," he responded, smiling slighty. "Please, be sure to hone on their conversations as wel... try and scrutinise as much as possible. We will let you stream footage to our viewscreens if need be."
He stopped himself for a few seconds. Perhaps...
"Oh, and... would you be able to keep an eye on the Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained as well? We'll provide aid and more people to assimilate if necessary," he asked.
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"At this rate, you might as well just hand all of your slaves over... Ahem. We will accommodate your request."
"There's a planet near Tyrannia that's got lots of organics in it. You can have the organics on that planet. Also, don't you worry. The Empire spans across countless galaxies; we've got countless slaves to spare."
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"Acknowledged. A task force of armored dropships will commence collection and assimilation at once. The reconnaissance task unit will also be dispatched, as well. A video feed from each vessel will be available shortly thereafter."
Azalea System
On the edge of the Azalea star system, a probe, seemingly of unknown origin, wandered aimlessly. It was purple in design and relatively small, yet highly advanced at the same time. As per protocol, it proceeded to scan the rest of the solar system.
The probe would see that there was only one planet in the system, that had a flurry activity on it. On the surface, was a massive circular structure surrounded by countless smaller structures, some of which moved. In orbit were six massive ships, with countless smaller ones heading to and from the surface and vanishing in flashes of light when they hit orbit. However, it seemed almost as if there was a mist around the planet, hampering efforts to see it from as far off a distance as the probe was.
The probe relayed the information to the IDN Within Eternity’s Grasp, a Doomsday-class supercarrier like the Semper Tyrannis that had very recently entered Cymopolia. It continued to venture slowly throughout the star system whilst scanning the area, careful not to alert the occupants, at least for now.
The probe received orders to warp a light-week away from the Azalea System and manipulate the subsequent, if short, light-lag. If all went well, this would allow them to see Azalea Prime in the past, as in before the LA arrived on the planet. As such, instead of confronting the Warminds head on, it decided to warp away from the system to somewhere in the void surrounding the Azalea System.
After this, it activated a small telescope within the device and looked at Azalea Prime once more.
The week-old light from Azalea prime showed something. A science vessel appeared, moved around without exhaust emissions, at times moving in ways that defied orbital dynamics, and disappeared. More ships jumped in, some descending to the surface, while others stayed in orbit, with the six Warminds appearing soon after. On the surface, structures would seemingly spring into existence, followed by the slow construction of a massive ring-shaped structure. The purpose of this structure could only be guessed, but judging by it's layout and size, it might've been some form of mining installation. A sensible guess, considering the theoretical industrial might of the Alliance would require an obscene amount of resources, but like all other guesses had it's flaws. Namely, why wouldn't the Alliance just mine from asteroids, or build any form of structure that could be likened to a spaceport on the surface, but the only way to answer those questions would be to get in close and establish contact.
Azalea Prime wasn't an especially valuable planet either, having a mars-like environment complete with grey deserts, but in places had massive basins the size of oceans. Perhaps this planet once had water, and as a result life, on it? Whatever the answer, it was clear that the only way to glean further information would be to establish contact.
Without any other viable options, the Decepticon probe decided to warp back to the Azalea System. It then opted to slowly drift towards Azalea Prime, hoping to enter its atmosphere without alerting the Warminds. The Decepticons considered directly establishing contact to be, at least currently, unpreferred but unavoidable.
The probe was detected. It wasn't like it's FTL signature and subsequent maneuvers went undetected. One of the Warminds hailed it.
"Attention Unidentified Vessel, this is the AW Cygnus. You have entered restricted space. Identify yourself and make a burn that takes your trajectory away from this planet immediately."
The probe moved away from the star system, though it remained just outside the Azalea System. Meanwhile, the crew of the IDN Vigilant Wraith had been tasked by Warhammer to send the probe out, which had now just been identified.
"They've hailed the probe, capt'n..." an ensign responded.
"Damnit..." Doomflight sighed. "We've got no other choice, have we? It was meant to get there undetected and unhailed, damnit... We'll have to respond in the probe's place." He then turned to the viewscreen to respond to the Warminds. "This is Captain Doomflight of the IDN Vigilant Wraith," he responded. "You're the ones who requested the probe leave your airspace, yes? Well, identify yourselves, then."
"As I said, I am the AW Cygnus, well, technically Cygnus the 22nd, but that's superfluous for these circumstances. Your probe entered restricted space around a planet claimed by the Federation of Arkeyana, albeit unknowingly, and I ordered it to leave."The Warmind responded curtly.
"You're very curt today, aren't you?" Doomflight hissed. "We have a right to deploy probes to explore the galaxy, do we not?" He calmed down. "I assume you... Arkeyanans have doing the same,
"You do, and yes, the Federation has been exploring this galaxy. I, on the other hand, have been tasked with making sure this planet doesn't get invaded, bombed, eaten, and a whole host of pleasant events. This system is restricted space, so I request that you stay out of it."
"Fine. We'll stay of out of this," Doomflight responded. "For now..." he muttered angrily under his breath, turning away from the viewscreen so the Warminds could not hear him.
"Now, before we go, one: what's your designation? Two: why is this system restricted space?"
"AW stands for Arkeyanan Warmind. I am an automated warship. Secondly, that is on a need-to-know basis. And you are not in the minority that needs to know."Cygnus responded. They were beginning to tire of such affairs, and wished that the CAI that would take over the expedition would hurry themselves up and get there already.
"As friendly as ever, aren't we?" Doomflight scoffed. "I can tell you and I don't want to be here. Fine. I'll make myself scarce."
The probe loaded itself onto the light cruiser, which began to enter Transwarp, readying itself to return to Tyrannia.
The Decepticon was about to threaten the Warminds before he was quickly alerted about an Autobot presence in a nearby star system and quickly warped out.
Veilara III
"Yes, we would. The Arkeyanans possess advanced terraforming technologies, and would be more than happy to help." Arthox said, straightening. "If you have nothing else to add, I believe this meeting is concluded. Before I leave, here is a device with which you may contact the LA if needed. We cannot be everywhere in the galaxy, so it is vital to maintain a method of communications." Xe proceeded to set a small, wafer-thin piece of plastic on the table. If Krusskena were to touch it, it would come to life and display several options on it's surface, first in some strange alien language but then translated to Krusskena's own.
"COMMUNICATIONS"
"SETTINGS"
"TUTORIAL"
"Interesting..." Krusskena responded, looking at the plastic in question. He looked up to face Arthox. "Well, thank you for your time. Our guards can escort you out if you wish. "That is unnecessary, but thank you for the consideration." Arthox said, tilting their head to the right. Soon after, xe and the drones turned into swirls of light that vanished soon after, the Porpoise reactivating it's VES-Sails and gliding upwards to the void of space, where it would jump back to the Terminus system.
The Levia
"For the equivalent size of a "corvette" or "destroyer" sized vessel used by the LA, a few hours." Tarnok said. "However, since it seems that there is a noticeable size discrepancy between our respective navies, I suspect it would take even less time to manufacture your equivalents."
"Excellent," Stak said in response. "I take it that the same would apply to dreadnoughts and, hypothetically, capital ships?"
"It would take at most twenty hours to produce a ship comparable in size to the Levia." Tarnok continued. "I should remind you, however, that it would require the amount of mass equal to that of the ship in question in order to produce it, so it would still cost you in a material sense, although it would be done much faster."
"Interesting..." he remarked. He remembered that Tarnok mentioned a "base of operations" at the beginning of their meeting. "You mentioned a base of operations, right? Would you be able to elaborate further on that?"
"It could potentially serve as a mobile capital, having more space for administrative areas than the Levia. However, it would lack sublight mobility, requiring FTL jumps to get from place to place. It's rings would have shipyards and weapons emplacements, while the central cylinder would be a rotating habitat lit by an internal light source." The Gladian replied.
"Interesting," Stak said. "What are the specifications of this mobile capital?"
"The cylinder is thirty-two kilometers long and eight kilometers in diameter. It's rings would each be twenty-four kilometers in diameter, the standard measurements for such a habitat." Tarnok replied.
"Excellent," Stak responded. "How much life would this capital be able to support?"
"Millions, with room to spare." Tarnok said, "So, what do you think?"
"I see no legitimate reason as to why I should reject this proposal of yours," he responded. "I'll accept it."
"Before I go, I have one more proposal." Tarnok said, rising. "There have been certain extragalactic factions discovered which could pose a significant threat to your people. As such, the Arkeyanans have been willing to offer the deployment of one or more Warminds to serve as guardians in the event of an attack." A hologram was projected from the Gladian's armor, showing the immense warship next to some of the larger ships in the Reclaimer fleet.
"Thank you; I shall keep that in mind in the future," Stak responded."
"With that in mind, here is a device with which you may communicate with the Alliance should you require anything. The rendezvous point at which we will grant you the Station is contained within." Tarnok said, putting a small piece of clear plastic on the table. "May you live with honor, and die with glory." he said, putting one armored claw on his chestplate before vanishing in a vortex of light.
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[box][i]"Understood, moving to outer limits now."[/i][/box]
In perfect synchronicity, the vessels performed a 180 degree rotation at a speed completely unbecoming of their stature, and proceeded to accelerate, heading towards the outer system at high velocity...without emitting exhaust or other signs of engine activity. Hell, there didn't even seem to be engines on the strange vessels, each one instead having a small glow filtering through grooves in the hull as they moved.