Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 16, 2017 20:05:28 GMT
Wild Space, Milky Way Galaxy, 2345...
"Lieutenant, status report!" Admiral Tchaikovsky roared. The young navigation officer which the Admiral addressed bolted upright in his seat. "All systems still show green, Comrade Admiral!"Admiral Tchaikovsky scowled at the young, very green officer. "And Fleet Status, lieutenant?" he growled. Of all the incompetent, foolish, wet-behind-the-ears officers in the Navy, I had to get this one! the Admiral thought. "All ships reporting in, Sir." A pause. "All clear." Tchaikovsky nodded, and turned back to the main viewscreen. Outside the layers of perma-glass and laminated armor, hundreds of Soviet vessels, military and civilian both, drifted in space, awaiting the signal form the Teshran that it was safe to move towards the wormhole. "Sensors, do you have any contacts?" Tchaikovsky asked. "No, Comrade Admiral. So far, the scans have been clear of any bogies." the officer reported. the commander of the NUSSR First Colonial fleet nodded. "Good. Signal the Piznakar to start the fleet moving." he ordered. A career officer in the Soviet Navy, Oleg Tchaikovsky was not a very patient man, nor an impressible one, yet, as commander of the very first Soviet vessel to leave the Milky Way, he couldn't help but feel excited. Of course, he did not show it. "Comrade Admiral, Svift Zvezda reports positive visual contact on the wormhole!" yelled the XO. Admiral Tchaikovsky took a sharp breath, suddenly very eager be moving. "Acknowledged!" he called. "Comms, tell the Piznakar to get moving!" The officer nodded, and relayed the message. A Gorshkov class battleship on the outer perimeter of the fleet triggered it's engines, the sudden energy output showing as a bloom of white on the EM sensors. As the Gorshkov leaped forward, the ships around it began moving, as if puppies following their mother. Slowly, but surely, the rest of the fleet got moving, the entire titanic cavalcade of ships moving almost as one entity. It was not long before the wormhole came into view, a void in space, ringed by energy discharges bigger than the Teshran, nearly four miles long. "Gods, that's incredible..." a crewman murmured. Tchaikovsky had to agree, the wonder of physics before them was entrancingly beautiful. However, he had no time to dwell on the wormhole's beauty, as the tactical officer yelled a warning, signaling the approach of UEA warships. Five Pioneer class heavy cruiser dropped out of FTL near a colony ship in a blinding flash, immediately opening fire. Almost in the same instant, two Terra dreadnoughts dropped near the wormhole, destroying the Soviet frigate guarding it almost instantly. What had been peace and awe moments before quickly became chaos and death as more and more UEA ships dropped FTL, launched their fighters, and attacked. The entire attack had come so quickly, it took Admiral Tchaikovsky several stunned moments to begin responding. "All ships capable of doing so, return fire!" he roared into the comm on his chair. "All warships, shields up! Perimeter escorts, get the civilians into the wormhole, now! I don't care if the jaws of Hell are after you, get into the hole, and don't look back!" The civilian ships immediately made for the wormhole, followed closely by the warships escorting them. The remainder, though slow to react, were all heavy warships, and their purpose was this exactly. "All hands, battle stations!" the tactical officer was yelling. "Form a defensive perimeter around the 'hole!" Tchaikovsky roared. "Anything that isn't ours, blow it to hell!" The Teshran shuddered as a rail-gun salvo slammed into the hull, answered by the roar of her own guns, virtually cleaving the offending Pioneer in twain. "Admiral, first civ ship has passed through the 'hole!" a crewman reported. Tchaikovsky would have smiled, if not for the fact that they still had about four hundred ships to go. "Radiation alarm!" the tac officer screamed. "Brace for impact!" Tchaikovsky yelled as the nuke launched from the closest Terra dreadnought slammed into the Teshran. The entire ship groaned with the strain, and was pushed almost twenty points off course as the nuke detonated. "Status report!" Tchaikovsky yelled. "Critical damage to the forward batteries, Comrade Admiral! Almost half the fleet is through the 'hole, but we have more UEA inbound!" came the reply. "Prepare to disengage!" Tchaikovsky yelled. "Tactical, focus our fire on command centers and propulsion systems! Engineering, get our damn shields back up!" Tchaikovsky continued yelling orders, trying his best to fight off the UEA forces until the civilians had escaped. Yet, it seemed that for every Pioneer, Aegis, or Terra they destroyed, there was another dropping out of FTL. "Admiral, all the civs are through!" the comm officer yelled. "Disengage!" Tchaikovsky snarled. As one, the Soviet warships ceased firing, and fired their primary engines, racing for the wormhole. "UEA vessels are turning to pursue, Comrade Admiral." the tac officer reported. "Fire a Loki. That ought to slow them down." Tchaikovsky ordered. There was a shuddering jolt as the IPBM was launched, then nothing as it flew towards the UEA vessels. "Engage FTL on my mark... 3...2...1...mark." the Admiral ordered. A jolt, then a flash of light as the Teshran engaged FTL in the same instant the nuke detonated. As the UEA warships were torn apart or tried to maintain course, the remainder of the NUSSR First Colonial Fleet sped through the wormhole, and into a unknown galaxy.
Unknown Star System, Ancerious Galaxy...
"Well, that was close." Captain Alek Malenkov remarked. The commander of the Leneov class battle-carrier Black November, Malenkov's ship had been the last to exit the wormhole following the disengagement maneuver, barely escaping the Teshran's nuclear strike with only light hull damage. "Captain, where the hell are we?" the helmsman asked. "I don't know." Malenkov stated. The stars before them were totally unfamiliar, unlike anything Malenkov knew. "All vessels, report in."the radio crackled. "Black November here, Teshran. Mind explaining where the hell that wormhole dropped us?" There was a long pause as the other warships in the fleet, only about two hundred and ten strong, reported in. "We seem to have been dropped in another galaxy, Black November." the Teshran replied. "All warships, we have a planet on our sensors. It seems to be uninhabited, and suitable for colonization. Rejoin your task forces, and begin landing." Malenkov acknowledged the order, , then radioed the group of colony ships that were his charges. "Fienex Star,form your group on us and move out." he ordered. The huge, slow moving colony ship confirmed, then began moving as the November engaged her primary drive. The planet the Teshran had indicated was nearly as big as Epsilon Prime, and covered in snow and ice, if the November's sensors weren't malfunctioning. "Hmm. Planet like that needs a name." Malenkov mused. "Fienex Star, any ideas what to name this planet?" he asked into the radio. "November, you're asking the wrong ship. Captain Gorento isn't the most creative when it comes to names. Hey, I've got an idea. How about Rhen Kalamn?" Malenkov was confused. "Why Rhen Kalamn, Fienex Star?" he asked. "Just an idea. The way I heard it, the first planet the NUSSR discovered after leaving Earth was named Rhen Tolkan, so why not? Rhen Tolkan is an ice planet, too." Malenkov knew that was true, as he'd been to Rhen Tolkan before. In Epsiloni Soviet, "Rhen Tolkan" meant "New Land". As it was, Rhen Kalamn meant "New World" in the Soviet tongue. "Thanks for the idea, Fienex Star. We'll notify Admiral Tchaikovsky." Malenkov said, then shut off the radio. "Well, it is a good name, sir." the helmsman stated. "So it is. Comms, notify the Teshran of our idea for the planet's name. In the mean time, let's get down there, and get to work colonizing this new world!"
Rhen Kalamn System, Ancerious Galaxy...
"Sir, we've received data from the scout ships about some sort of vessel nearby. It appears to be crewed, but by who, or what, we don't know." Admiral Tchaikovsky nodded. "Anything else?" The Marine nodded, and lay a set of images on his desk. "This is what the scouts picked up before they were spotted, sir." The images were fuzzy, but they depicted a ship, odd in shape and gigantic, compared to anything in his fleet, but a ship nonetheless. "Do the scouts belive it is hostile?" he asked. "The vessel did not fire on them, sir, but the scouting commander advises caution, until we know more." Tchaikovsky sighed, then got up. "Order Task Group 6 to battle stations, Major." he told the Marine. "And call for reinforcements from home, if you can." The Marine saluted, and ran onto the bridge. Not a week after we get here, and we already have visitors. The Admiral thought as he walked onto the bridge. "All hands, Yellow Alert!" he called. "Helm, set your course 045, bearing 5772!" Sitting down in the command chair, he sighed. What do our visitors want, I wonder? he thought. "Admiral, we are at 045, bearing 5772!" the helms-woman called. "Engage engines." he ordered. The Teshran began to move, and was soon speeding forward, and into an uncertain future, in a sea of unknown stars.
"Lieutenant, status report!" Admiral Tchaikovsky roared. The young navigation officer which the Admiral addressed bolted upright in his seat. "All systems still show green, Comrade Admiral!"Admiral Tchaikovsky scowled at the young, very green officer. "And Fleet Status, lieutenant?" he growled. Of all the incompetent, foolish, wet-behind-the-ears officers in the Navy, I had to get this one! the Admiral thought. "All ships reporting in, Sir." A pause. "All clear." Tchaikovsky nodded, and turned back to the main viewscreen. Outside the layers of perma-glass and laminated armor, hundreds of Soviet vessels, military and civilian both, drifted in space, awaiting the signal form the Teshran that it was safe to move towards the wormhole. "Sensors, do you have any contacts?" Tchaikovsky asked. "No, Comrade Admiral. So far, the scans have been clear of any bogies." the officer reported. the commander of the NUSSR First Colonial fleet nodded. "Good. Signal the Piznakar to start the fleet moving." he ordered. A career officer in the Soviet Navy, Oleg Tchaikovsky was not a very patient man, nor an impressible one, yet, as commander of the very first Soviet vessel to leave the Milky Way, he couldn't help but feel excited. Of course, he did not show it. "Comrade Admiral, Svift Zvezda reports positive visual contact on the wormhole!" yelled the XO. Admiral Tchaikovsky took a sharp breath, suddenly very eager be moving. "Acknowledged!" he called. "Comms, tell the Piznakar to get moving!" The officer nodded, and relayed the message. A Gorshkov class battleship on the outer perimeter of the fleet triggered it's engines, the sudden energy output showing as a bloom of white on the EM sensors. As the Gorshkov leaped forward, the ships around it began moving, as if puppies following their mother. Slowly, but surely, the rest of the fleet got moving, the entire titanic cavalcade of ships moving almost as one entity. It was not long before the wormhole came into view, a void in space, ringed by energy discharges bigger than the Teshran, nearly four miles long. "Gods, that's incredible..." a crewman murmured. Tchaikovsky had to agree, the wonder of physics before them was entrancingly beautiful. However, he had no time to dwell on the wormhole's beauty, as the tactical officer yelled a warning, signaling the approach of UEA warships. Five Pioneer class heavy cruiser dropped out of FTL near a colony ship in a blinding flash, immediately opening fire. Almost in the same instant, two Terra dreadnoughts dropped near the wormhole, destroying the Soviet frigate guarding it almost instantly. What had been peace and awe moments before quickly became chaos and death as more and more UEA ships dropped FTL, launched their fighters, and attacked. The entire attack had come so quickly, it took Admiral Tchaikovsky several stunned moments to begin responding. "All ships capable of doing so, return fire!" he roared into the comm on his chair. "All warships, shields up! Perimeter escorts, get the civilians into the wormhole, now! I don't care if the jaws of Hell are after you, get into the hole, and don't look back!" The civilian ships immediately made for the wormhole, followed closely by the warships escorting them. The remainder, though slow to react, were all heavy warships, and their purpose was this exactly. "All hands, battle stations!" the tactical officer was yelling. "Form a defensive perimeter around the 'hole!" Tchaikovsky roared. "Anything that isn't ours, blow it to hell!" The Teshran shuddered as a rail-gun salvo slammed into the hull, answered by the roar of her own guns, virtually cleaving the offending Pioneer in twain. "Admiral, first civ ship has passed through the 'hole!" a crewman reported. Tchaikovsky would have smiled, if not for the fact that they still had about four hundred ships to go. "Radiation alarm!" the tac officer screamed. "Brace for impact!" Tchaikovsky yelled as the nuke launched from the closest Terra dreadnought slammed into the Teshran. The entire ship groaned with the strain, and was pushed almost twenty points off course as the nuke detonated. "Status report!" Tchaikovsky yelled. "Critical damage to the forward batteries, Comrade Admiral! Almost half the fleet is through the 'hole, but we have more UEA inbound!" came the reply. "Prepare to disengage!" Tchaikovsky yelled. "Tactical, focus our fire on command centers and propulsion systems! Engineering, get our damn shields back up!" Tchaikovsky continued yelling orders, trying his best to fight off the UEA forces until the civilians had escaped. Yet, it seemed that for every Pioneer, Aegis, or Terra they destroyed, there was another dropping out of FTL. "Admiral, all the civs are through!" the comm officer yelled. "Disengage!" Tchaikovsky snarled. As one, the Soviet warships ceased firing, and fired their primary engines, racing for the wormhole. "UEA vessels are turning to pursue, Comrade Admiral." the tac officer reported. "Fire a Loki. That ought to slow them down." Tchaikovsky ordered. There was a shuddering jolt as the IPBM was launched, then nothing as it flew towards the UEA vessels. "Engage FTL on my mark... 3...2...1...mark." the Admiral ordered. A jolt, then a flash of light as the Teshran engaged FTL in the same instant the nuke detonated. As the UEA warships were torn apart or tried to maintain course, the remainder of the NUSSR First Colonial Fleet sped through the wormhole, and into a unknown galaxy.
Unknown Star System, Ancerious Galaxy...
"Well, that was close." Captain Alek Malenkov remarked. The commander of the Leneov class battle-carrier Black November, Malenkov's ship had been the last to exit the wormhole following the disengagement maneuver, barely escaping the Teshran's nuclear strike with only light hull damage. "Captain, where the hell are we?" the helmsman asked. "I don't know." Malenkov stated. The stars before them were totally unfamiliar, unlike anything Malenkov knew. "All vessels, report in."the radio crackled. "Black November here, Teshran. Mind explaining where the hell that wormhole dropped us?" There was a long pause as the other warships in the fleet, only about two hundred and ten strong, reported in. "We seem to have been dropped in another galaxy, Black November." the Teshran replied. "All warships, we have a planet on our sensors. It seems to be uninhabited, and suitable for colonization. Rejoin your task forces, and begin landing." Malenkov acknowledged the order, , then radioed the group of colony ships that were his charges. "Fienex Star,form your group on us and move out." he ordered. The huge, slow moving colony ship confirmed, then began moving as the November engaged her primary drive. The planet the Teshran had indicated was nearly as big as Epsilon Prime, and covered in snow and ice, if the November's sensors weren't malfunctioning. "Hmm. Planet like that needs a name." Malenkov mused. "Fienex Star, any ideas what to name this planet?" he asked into the radio. "November, you're asking the wrong ship. Captain Gorento isn't the most creative when it comes to names. Hey, I've got an idea. How about Rhen Kalamn?" Malenkov was confused. "Why Rhen Kalamn, Fienex Star?" he asked. "Just an idea. The way I heard it, the first planet the NUSSR discovered after leaving Earth was named Rhen Tolkan, so why not? Rhen Tolkan is an ice planet, too." Malenkov knew that was true, as he'd been to Rhen Tolkan before. In Epsiloni Soviet, "Rhen Tolkan" meant "New Land". As it was, Rhen Kalamn meant "New World" in the Soviet tongue. "Thanks for the idea, Fienex Star. We'll notify Admiral Tchaikovsky." Malenkov said, then shut off the radio. "Well, it is a good name, sir." the helmsman stated. "So it is. Comms, notify the Teshran of our idea for the planet's name. In the mean time, let's get down there, and get to work colonizing this new world!"
Rhen Kalamn System, Ancerious Galaxy...
"Sir, we've received data from the scout ships about some sort of vessel nearby. It appears to be crewed, but by who, or what, we don't know." Admiral Tchaikovsky nodded. "Anything else?" The Marine nodded, and lay a set of images on his desk. "This is what the scouts picked up before they were spotted, sir." The images were fuzzy, but they depicted a ship, odd in shape and gigantic, compared to anything in his fleet, but a ship nonetheless. "Do the scouts belive it is hostile?" he asked. "The vessel did not fire on them, sir, but the scouting commander advises caution, until we know more." Tchaikovsky sighed, then got up. "Order Task Group 6 to battle stations, Major." he told the Marine. "And call for reinforcements from home, if you can." The Marine saluted, and ran onto the bridge. Not a week after we get here, and we already have visitors. The Admiral thought as he walked onto the bridge. "All hands, Yellow Alert!" he called. "Helm, set your course 045, bearing 5772!" Sitting down in the command chair, he sighed. What do our visitors want, I wonder? he thought. "Admiral, we are at 045, bearing 5772!" the helms-woman called. "Engage engines." he ordered. The Teshran began to move, and was soon speeding forward, and into an uncertain future, in a sea of unknown stars.