Hurtling through space, the very fabric of the void condensing into invariable lengths.
The three lanky LSN StarKrackaad battlecraft, surged ahead. Charging through the vastness of space. Their arrival imminent.
"Estimated Time to Arrival two minutes!" shouted a voice from somewhere in bridge of the Flagship, Jemsei.
Faster Than Light Travel had the added effect of, quite ironically, making it so that light never had a chance to reach the eyes of the people onboard. So the great expanse outside was nothing but black, or entirely white. Depending on certain factors.
Either way the result, was an inter-solar flight, that was more of a trust exercise than anything else.
It was a blind jump into the great darkness of space. As far as the biological members were concerned.
The Navigational AI of the ship however. Was fully engrossed with the calculations of the trip.
Making sure no one ended up in a star or a planet, was always top on it's agenda.
As the defining ripple of reality finally began to slow, and the crescendo of natural instruments settled, the crew unanimously breathed a sigh of relief as external light calmly reached their displays. Functional vision of the galaxy outside restored.
The captain rose shakily from his seat and looked out across the vast distance to see the planet of Taraven. A gleaming jewel. Blue and green, dotted with spots of orange and purple, were plants had adapted to the bizarre shifting light of the mother star.
Quazel.
The enormous white hot ball of fusion fire that lit the Nelen Solar System.
How this could be considered a Value 7 'Backwater' was beyond Fleet Captain Wallen O'Hare. Who sat himself down flamboyantly on his captain's seat, ready for a "most annoying day" as he might put it, had he the will to speak.
The ship's Beta-Class Pilot twisted around in her 'bucket-seat', one hand on the ships intricate controls, and eyed the captain.
"Ready to drop sir?" She asked, eyes twinkling with the anticipation of Atmospheric Entry. The most dangerous, yet glorious part of a pilot's job.
"Ah, sir..."
Piped up another voice, the communications officer this time.
"Gemini has allready began transmitting High-Quality data pings directed at our ship. They aren't hiding."
"What's their location then?" Queried the captain.
The other voice responded,
"Due east of the SpacePort city of Yarnada. The source of the highest amounts of emergency broadcasts... dear world sir, you know wh..."
The captain waved a determined hand to cut her off, while using the other to hoist a radio from a holder in his seat.
"Captain Olivan, Captain Hellan, report? Yes... good. Yes, we'll set a course for the SpacePort city of Yarnada. We're going in hot. Yes. Vee 23 Formation, I'll take point."
Setting down the radio device, he looked to the pilot,
"All right pilot, send us in."
There was a slight reverberation throughout the large craft, as the Vectorised Magnetic Propulsion system reinvigorated itself.
And like that, the scouts began their decent.
YOU ARE READING
World In Turmoil
Science FictionAmongst the empires of the galaxy. Between the factions and the territories. On a rustic world left to itself. A young man had heros once... They were a force sworn to protect. They were a navy of saviours. In a time of need. ...
