Posted by Lieutenant Commander Valerie Ashford (Chief Science Officer) in First Contact…Arrival of the GUS Redemption…when the past does not match the present or the future

Posted by Lieutenant Cara Esmé Mardusk (Counselor / Education Specialist) in First Contact…Arrival of the GUS Redemption…when the past does not match the present or the future

Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in First Contact…Arrival of the GUS Redemption…when the past does not match the present or the future
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Chancellor Pellan Vell held his breath as the Galactic Union Ship Redemption broke from the celestial web and exploded into the Milky Way. For weeks the ship had traveled with only the prism like rainbows cutting through the pitch darkness of the universe. While mesmerizing, it made one feel off balance and dizzy when staring out the view ports of the ship. No crew in centuries had traveled this far. Secretly, in the silence of night, Pellan had let his thoughts wander to the what if’s of the mission. What if there was nothing to find when they exited the celestial web. What if they could not find the PRISM or the lost Elders. What if they could not eventually return home to Vela Astria at the end of the mission. These inner thoughts were kept private and out of public consumption. The crew had volunteered for this with rabid fervor. The several hundred thousand had been hand selected among millions who clamored to be part of the crew.

The moment this ship settled into the space of Milky Way galaxy, an audible exhale erupted from throughout the Galactic Union fleet. It was not in awe of the tiny spec of metal off their port bow. It was in awe of the stellar landscape. No one on the ship had ever seen this array of stars. Everything was foreign but exhilarating. For the Galactic Union, this part of space did not even have a name or designation. Pellan felt a sense of exhilaration fill his body he had not experienced since his youth: full of possibilities and adventure.

“All ships report,” the voice of Supreme Commanding General Adar Vyce broke through the silence of the bridge. It snapped the bridge crew into action. Within moments voices began calling out the statue of each ship exiting the Celestial Web behind the Redemption.

Chancellor Pellan Vell and Supreme Commanding General Adar Vice.

Ship after ship emerged from the blackened void of space. Destroyers, cruisers, frigates, escorts, science, medical, supply, transport, and freighters: The Galactic Union came with every type of ship to not only defend but colonize. The ships sizes varied widely as did the number. They filled the celestial sky in a display only the battle hardened from years of conflict with the Borg, the Dominion, or the Cardassians would remember. After the sheer amount of them, the other more interesting fact about the ships were they all looked exactly the same. The entire aramada of ships were the same bullet like shape as the Beacon of Light that the Elders arrived in. Some ships were small enough the bullet like shape was easily visible. Other ships were so emense, that they looked almost spherical. Every ship appeared to have no viewport: Only a hull that resembled a liquid metallic silver color with the faintest sheen of blue surrounding them.

The bridge of the Redemption erupted into a controlled chaos as each station compiled the reports Pellan requested. The efficiency of each department was meticulous only responding when necessary however the sheer number of people on the bridge created a white noise effect. If one listened they could pick out that from the agriculture station all food transports were accounted for and production was at maximum capacity or that indoctrination corp had completed their final preparations for meeting the Federation. Pellan watched the screen on the arm of his chair as he read over the diplomatic and governmental information. Adar Vyce did the same with the military, tactical, and strategic reports.

“When our ships exited the celestial web there was a shockwave of sorts. Our ships were not effected but our point of contact was. I placed an energy envelop up to help dissipate the effects after the initial bombardment,” Vyce stated in a controlled tone.

Casting a glance at Vyce, Pellan waited for the curt nod by the head of the military before clearing his throat. ” Everyone put on your smiles. It is time to say hello and be friendly. Open all hailing frequencies and run in all known languages along with Galactic Basic.”

Pellan Vell (Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Union) and Adar Vyce (Supreme Commanding General of the Galactic Union military)

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Atlantis Bridge
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“Captain,” the officer at the conn immediately stood up vacating the seat and taking up a station reporting as he moved. The bridge was chaos but running like a well tuned machine during a red alert. Every console was taking reports from every department on the ship. Looking out the viewport it was clear there were numerous ships but the sizes of some of them were almost awe inspiring. The main ship had the design of all the other ships as a sort of bullet with a length of 20000 meters. The other ships in the fleet varied in every sort of size but none of them were larger than this mothership.

Engineering reported no major systems down and those that had been impacted would be up and running in a quarter of an hour. They could not however produce a reason for the immediate righting of the ship. The quantum shock wave should have sent the Atlantis tumbling around but for some unknown reason it had not. Engineering did report that the energy signature, which caused the Atlantis to tilt by ninety degrees, was the same as the energy signature from a month ago caused by the arrival of the Galactic Union ship Beacon of Light only five hundred times more powerful.

Science could also report the same finding as Engineering that the energy signature was the same as the one when the Beacon of Light arrived however they could answer why it was five hundred times more powerful. It was because there were at least five hundred more ships coming out of the void of space. This would create a far more forceful energy wave much like multiple waves crashing onto a coast which amplified their effects. Science could also report that there was a second energy field surrounding the ship and now acting as a shield of sorts preventing any further shockwaves from impacting the Atlantis.

Tactical, Security, and the Marines would see looking at the view port at the sheer number of ships filling space. With their expertise, they could easily infer this was a massive fleet arriving. Based on anyone’s military background, assumptions could be made about the ships purposes such as combat, supply, and transport. These departs could also report that the alien shield around the Atlantis was originating from the largest ship much like a tractor beam.

Medical was slower in its reporting due to the still taking count of crew stumbling in with mostly bumps, bruises, and broken bones.

Counseling would be there to take reports from the civilian departments along and give a psychological input when the two ships began communications.

Kelly stared out of the viewport taking a global perspective on the events transpiring. Her departments would begin collecting and reporting back to her as soon as they could. There was no reason to scream at them to hurry. Everyone knew their job.

Kelly Bordeaux CO

=/\=Captain, we have a full house here in sickbay but luckily none of it is too major. Mostly bumps, bruises, and a few concussions. Reports are still coming in but for now we are able to keep up.=/\= Heathcliff clicked off his comm. The action was always assumed to be on the bridge however when there was action on the bridge, sickbay always filled up.

Rinker CMO

Cara followed out onto the bridge. She moved toward the auxiliary stations at the back of the bridge, out of the way. She watched the view screen. “I don’a want ta attend the party they are here ta throw,” she muttered under her breath.

Lt. Mardusk, counselor

River leaned in next to Cara and looked at the monitor “Neither do I counsellor. But if I have to I intend to bring a plus one” she said simply. She knew that the fleet outside was an invasion fleet. She knew that Jessa was still on board and could easily turn on them again. but she couldn’t do much about that. What she could do though was get ready for war.

=/\= Styxx to Marine country. Full tactical alert. Battle stations. The galactic union is here=/\= She ordered through her com. The second she finished her order the light in marine country went red and a steady drum beat blared instead of the usual claxon.

“By your leave Captain, the marines will be ready” She said looking to Kelly to give her the go ahead.

Mar. Capt Styxx (Marine OIC)

“Exactly as I would expect,” Kelly nodded with a neutral expression on her face. Her almost dismissive comment had nothing to do with the Marines. Kelly would need them and their expertise. She also knew they would be ready to go even before the words left her mouth.

Valerie had promptly followed the other occupants of the Ready Room onto the Bridge to see what had just happened. For a split second she couldn’t help but feeling vindicated about her ‘no drinking on the job’ stance, but the moment she laid eyes on the scene playing out on the viewscreen, the thought left her mind entirely.

Relieving the duty officer at the Science station, she confirmed the readings the young man had registerd – the massive shockwave caused by the incoming ships causing the abrupt tilt they had experienced a few moments before, and the fact that the Atlantis seemed to be surrounded by a shield of sorts, effectively being protected from any other shockwaves.

“Captain,” Valerie reported. “I’m reading an energy field surrounding the Atlantis. It seems that we are actively being shielded against further shockwave hits like the one we just experienced.” Was something, or someone, out there protecting the ship? The thought crossed her mind, but Ashford didn’t voice it. “Attempting to locate its origin as we speak, Ma’am.” She glanced around momentarily to the Tactical console, before returning to the readings in front of her.

It would not take the science chief long to pinpoint that the energy beam was coming directly from the main ship. While the energy signature was slightly different, it was close enough to surmise it was a tractor beam.

“Captain we are recieving a hail from the alien ship,” the comms officer stated.

“Here we go again,” Kelly muttered taking a seat in the command chair. “Open the channel,” she ordered taking a deep breath.

=/\=Captain Bordeaux. This is Chancellor Pellan Vell of the Galactic Union. How are you doing this evening?=/\= If one did not know the voice was attached to a person presumably attached to the invasion fleet poised off the Atlantis’ bow, they would find the voice pleasing and charming. The tone, cadence and pitch sounded friendly and confident. It was not filled with any undertone of malice or anger. In fact it was soothing and calm. It was a voice that many counselors had when speaking to clients.

Kelly did not immediately respond but cast a glance over to Cara. As a counselor it was her job to help the CO and XO make some judgement calls about other individuals. Not having visuals helped and hurt the situation. It would allow one to envision a monster on the other end of comm line if they chose to. It would also allow one to envision the person as someone trustworthy and approachable. It was all based on someone’s perception.

Kelly Bordeaux CO

Cara didn’t immediately answer. She contemplated the words while she walked over to the captain. “Obviously whoever informed the Elders about us, these people know as well. They address ya by name. If we judge by their first contacts, they are duplicitous. They will be kind until ya don’a fall in line. I suggest playin’ the long game, Captain. Keep yer cards close ta the chest until we know more.”

Lt. Mardusk, counselor

Kelly nodded in affirmation. “They aren’t the only ones with some insider knowledge. We know they don’t have transporter tech.” From the last time the aliens arrived, Kelly and her crew had learned a few things. Their tech was vastly superior in some ways however it appeared to be all combat related. According to Jessa they did not have replicators or transporters. The former wasn’t as shocking as the latter. Everyone had transporter tech so it was incredibly odd this race did not.

Both the voice that came through the comms and the name ‘Pellan Vell’ were completely unfamiliar to Valerie, but from every other bit of information being exchanged on the Bridge, Ashford could surmise that what they were currently going through was likely related to the events that had happened a month prior, and that Bordeaux had just summarized in the Ready Room. Silently, she continued to monitor the console in front of her, but her focus was almost completely tuned to the incoming call.

Lt. Cmdr. Ashford, CSO

=/\=Just lovely and yourself=/\= Kelly responded as if they were old friends. Her tone was thick with sarcasm. =/\=How can I help you Chancellor=/\= Flipping off the sound she began to speak with her crew. “I am not sure about the scanning capabilities of the ship so send a message down to security to begin moving people to the secure locations and prepare for evacuation if needed. Do it quietly. No alarms. I don’t want them to think we prepping. It could give us the time we need if they attack to get people off the ship.

Pellan could feel his irritation piquing however years of diplomatic training kept his tone light and airy. =/\=We could politely banter all night however I think we both know there is more to this visit than just a social call. I would like my ship and my people returned to me.=/\=

“Well that is going to be problematic,” Kelly muttered under her breath. Of the four aliens that had come here from the Galactic Union only one was still alive.

Kelly Bordeaux CO