Several kilometers away, the United Coalition Ship Constantine moved slowly through the void. It had a somewhat blocky design, though was elegant nonetheless. The blue, white, and dark gray hull seemed smooth at first glance, but in reality it had dozens of doors that opened up to reveal the ship's powerful weapon array. Emblazoned near the bow of the vessel were the words UCS Constantine.
The great ship itself contained over 700 hundred crew members, who scurried about the ship working on it's systems or taking a break in their quarters or the vessels recreational facilities.
On the bridge of the ship sat it's master, Captain Augustus Terminus, the war hero, the hot-headed peace-maker, the great-man-that-was-tired-of-finding-nothing-but-stellar-dust-in-a-supposedly-dangerous-part-of-the-galaxy.
Augustus was reclined in his command chair, staring blankly at the bridge's view screen, which showed noting but the black, star-studded void. Augustus himself was an olived-skinned, black haired man with obvious Earthern Mediterranean descent. He was still fairly young at 29 and thus was fit. He wore the dark gray uniform of the Coalition with forest green highlights, signifying his position as the captain of the ship. Currently he was day-dreaming of the adventures he should be having in this god-forsaken part of the galaxy, the adventures he had anticipated when he received orders to explore this mysterious galactic arm.
A soft, animalistic grunt sounded behind Augustus, to which he turned around to find his tactical officer and second-in-command, Tuarin, squinting angrily at the tactical console, thought to be fair, Tuarin always looked angry tot the point where the Human often wondered if his species was capable of smiling. Tuarin was a Tilion, a tribalistic, warrior race that where always muscular, had orange skin, with black eyes and white pupils. The average Tilion stood two feet taller than the average Human and weren't known for their sense of humor.
"What is it?" Augustus asked him. Tuarin furrowed his brow(Tilions had no eyebrows, or much hair for that matter) and looked up at his commanding officer. "Long range sensors have detected what seems to be a battle in progress." The Tilion report in a baritone and professional voice.
"A battle?"Terminus asked, getting out of his command chair to see for himself. "Between who?"
"Unknown. However, it seems that several smaller craft are engaging two larger vessels. The smaller ships give off no life signatures and are of ancient design. I have concluded that they are th drone ships we were warned about."
Terminus staring at the screen feeding the information of the battle. "Let's go help those two ships out. Those drones could come after us if they destroy them." Terminus walked back to his command chair and sat down. "Helm, take to the fight's coordinates, low warp. Tuarin," He nodded at the Tilion. "Go to condition red and sound battle-stations."
Tuarin complied, changing the ship's alert level to Red. Within moments, sirens sounded throughout the ship and the regular white lighting had shifted to an ominous, blinking red.
"All hands, condition Red. Report to battle-stations. This is not a drill." Taurin called over the ship's intercom while simultaneously bringing the ship's rail cannons, torpedo bays and shielding online.
Within minutes, the whole ship was prepped and ready for combat. "Initiate warp." Augustus ordered. The ship disappeared in a brilliant flash of lights only to appear 2 seconds later in the middle of the battle. "Taurin! Fire at will!" Within seconds of the order being given, all the ship's rail batteries where firing on the drone ships. The ship's complement of fighters, about 20, had been launched to engage the old drones as well.
"Open a comm channel to the two ships!" Augustus ordered.
Channel open, sir!" The communication officer confirmed.
"This is Captain Terminus, we're here to help!"
The great ship itself contained over 700 hundred crew members, who scurried about the ship working on it's systems or taking a break in their quarters or the vessels recreational facilities.
On the bridge of the ship sat it's master, Captain Augustus Terminus, the war hero, the hot-headed peace-maker, the great-man-that-was-tired-of-finding-nothing-but-stellar-dust-in-a-supposedly-dangerous-part-of-the-galaxy.
Augustus was reclined in his command chair, staring blankly at the bridge's view screen, which showed noting but the black, star-studded void. Augustus himself was an olived-skinned, black haired man with obvious Earthern Mediterranean descent. He was still fairly young at 29 and thus was fit. He wore the dark gray uniform of the Coalition with forest green highlights, signifying his position as the captain of the ship. Currently he was day-dreaming of the adventures he should be having in this god-forsaken part of the galaxy, the adventures he had anticipated when he received orders to explore this mysterious galactic arm.
A soft, animalistic grunt sounded behind Augustus, to which he turned around to find his tactical officer and second-in-command, Tuarin, squinting angrily at the tactical console, thought to be fair, Tuarin always looked angry tot the point where the Human often wondered if his species was capable of smiling. Tuarin was a Tilion, a tribalistic, warrior race that where always muscular, had orange skin, with black eyes and white pupils. The average Tilion stood two feet taller than the average Human and weren't known for their sense of humor.
"What is it?" Augustus asked him. Tuarin furrowed his brow(Tilions had no eyebrows, or much hair for that matter) and looked up at his commanding officer. "Long range sensors have detected what seems to be a battle in progress." The Tilion report in a baritone and professional voice.
"A battle?"Terminus asked, getting out of his command chair to see for himself. "Between who?"
"Unknown. However, it seems that several smaller craft are engaging two larger vessels. The smaller ships give off no life signatures and are of ancient design. I have concluded that they are th drone ships we were warned about."
Terminus staring at the screen feeding the information of the battle. "Let's go help those two ships out. Those drones could come after us if they destroy them." Terminus walked back to his command chair and sat down. "Helm, take to the fight's coordinates, low warp. Tuarin," He nodded at the Tilion. "Go to condition red and sound battle-stations."
Tuarin complied, changing the ship's alert level to Red. Within moments, sirens sounded throughout the ship and the regular white lighting had shifted to an ominous, blinking red.
"All hands, condition Red. Report to battle-stations. This is not a drill." Taurin called over the ship's intercom while simultaneously bringing the ship's rail cannons, torpedo bays and shielding online.
Within minutes, the whole ship was prepped and ready for combat. "Initiate warp." Augustus ordered. The ship disappeared in a brilliant flash of lights only to appear 2 seconds later in the middle of the battle. "Taurin! Fire at will!" Within seconds of the order being given, all the ship's rail batteries where firing on the drone ships. The ship's complement of fighters, about 20, had been launched to engage the old drones as well.
"Open a comm channel to the two ships!" Augustus ordered.
Channel open, sir!" The communication officer confirmed.
"This is Captain Terminus, we're here to help!"
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