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This galaxy has it's dark places and shadows. Many mysteries still lurk. Since the twenty third century, the galaxy has seen the rise of space travel and the many falls of great civilizations and governments. Only two existing major powers exist today, the confederation and the rebellion. Both fought out each other. Countless battles and millions of lives have been fed to the terrible game of war. Warships the size of a small football field were sent out into space to do battle with the other foe. Fighting continued for quite a long time, until the day of 2435.
Now there were other small governments that were stuck in the middle of this galactic civil war. Most of them were on the fringe of the galaxy. They all have their own stories to tell, and each one is filled with lore and magic. One of these worlds was called Helios, orbiting the star Nexau. Three planets and two spaceports join the system. It was here were the confederation based it's border patrol. The patrol was filled with young pilots, most of them former merchants and strategists in the confederation. Many smart people were on the border patrol because it was much safer to stay out here than be in the core worlds were all the fighting was. Not for long...
It was on the fifth day of patrol when the team picked up a strange disturbance. Near the Serpens Nebula, anything can happen. Pilot Wenhart Jenkins was the first to speak. "Patrol leader come in, I repeat, Patrol leader, come in" The patrol leader, Terran Smith responded in urgency. "Patrol 23, what seems to be the problem?" It took a moment for Jenkins to respond, but he soon spoke. " Sir, it appears that my density scanner is spinning wildly, perhaps a hyperspace defold reaction." Terran was quick to respond. " Patrol 23, does your scanner read any ships?" The answer came quickly. "No sir" said Wenhart in a deep and worried way.
Then What could happening? though Terran to himself. His moment of silence was cut off when another pilot, Darvin Ferdsher reported the same thing too. It seemed to be quite common now to hear that a pilot was sensing strange defolding reactions. Certainly there were no warships out here, and the rebels were concerned with capturing Sol, so what could it be?
Then, all the pilots of the fifth patrol turned their eyes toward the nebula. There seemed to be some sort of fire or some antimatter coming from the heart of the nebula. They didn't name this place the Serpens Nebula for nothing Terran though. He turned back to watch another patrol ship as he sank into his pilot's chair. Suddenly, a blood curling scream rang through the comm unit. Terran, sensing danger, ordered pilots for battle.
"All pilots, stand by! Yellow alert! Prepare all weapons!"
Instantly, all the patrol ships of the fifth patrol lined up in flight formation. After a few minutes, nothing seemed to happen. Some damned trick i suppose Then, it came. Terran pushed his face to the window and watched in horror as one, no two, three strange warships of some kind defolded from hyperspace. The attack began immediately. The fighters began to roll out. Terran shot six, while a few others turned into space dust. They looked something like Mantas used a hell of a long time ago but lacked the speed. Over the screams and the gasps over the comm net, you could hear the pilots talking about some sort of torpedo, felt like starship fuel, but not ordinary. Soon they were vaporized. The enemy star-fighters kept on shooting their strange torpedoes while the patrol was outnumbered. Out of his viewport, terran could see three of his men go for one of the three ships, letting loose a stream of missiles and bolts. Still, fire from the cruiser incinerated them.
Two of the strange warships fired some sort of weapon, something like a laser but much stronger. Instantly three patrol ships were vaporized. Terran and Wenhart fired back and disabled a weapon of some sort. "Good shot, 23." terran said over the com net. " Thanks. I really appreciate i.ahh!!!!!!!!".
Terran looked to his right. He saw the patrol ship get fried by a huge beam and the rest of the team. Looking like a fool, Terran made his last choice ever. I'll die out here and start a huge war though Terran. He ordered his ship to collide with the thing that was emitting the beam.
Commander V'orkas of the Arwen Fleet looked pleased.
"Commander" a young lieutenant said " All enemy ships are vaporized. It appears that none are left. We are safe to continue our present course." V'orkas gave a good thought about this. Surely his fleet would be prepared for any type of battle. But he was not sure if there were any other opposing forces around.
" Lieutenant, get me a data report on this galaxy."
"Yes sir"
The report was done in a matter of minutes, and V'orkas studied it carefully.
It seemed that the governments here were now in some sort of war, a thing that amused V'orkas because the Arwen race never rebelled or split up. They were only one thing that was good for their race: war. For him, the technology was primitive and he also noticed that their space travel was a new thing to them, which put him in a advantage, but he was wrong. the report also revealed some of the types of warships used. Very neat in design he thought, watching as 3D models of ships spinning around.
Then, the report went into earlier wars. It wasn't something much to lift V'orkas off his feet, but then it wrote about an earlier war, before the government clash. It showed how other aliens had entered the galaxy and had invaded it. Then, a sudden though came to him: these aliens were their ancestors! That was the last thing he thought as Terran's patrol ship crashed into the power core of his personal ship. The flame consumed the whole ship and finally destroyed it, which in the blast destroyed the whole fleet.
Woah. Good story.
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