It's my first try so be easy with me. Criticism if constructive is welcome. Enjoy or at least I hope enjoy.
Refuge-A Homeworld2 Fan Fic Captain Cimeon Sonderan finished buttoning his uniform and began walking to the bridge. He was almost there when he bumped into chief warrant officer and chief of security Graig Ulmer. Graig was a stocky man with no hair on the top of his head and a goatee that was always well kept. It was always easy to tell when he was mad because his head turned bright red and reminded Cimeon of a volcano ready to explode. The brighter the red, the madder he was.
Chapter1-Message in a Bottle
“Captain,” the marine saluted and stopped walking, “I had been hoping to bump into you.”
“What can I do for you chief?”
“Well sir,” began Graig, “It's been a while since we had a ship wide boarding drill and I would like to conduct one soon. Some of the crew that came on right before we left the station have yet to try and defend this carrier in simulation or in real life. With the vaygr as low on ships as they are they would love to make this ship a new addition to their fleet.”
“I see your point. Put together a plan and give it to me asap. We will address it in the daily brief with the executive officers and conduct the drill as soon as it's feasible.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Chief, a quick question. You're not just in the mood to shoot the newbies are you?”
That brought a grin to the chiefs face. “No sir thats just an added benefit.”
As Cimeon walked away he could almost swear he heard a chuckle from behind him.
The doors opened to the bridge and Cimeon entered. The bridge crew was quietly going about their business. Over at the sensor board was Ensign Adman Paktu. He was stationed on a destroyer before he was transferred to the carrier. He was thin and always on edge. The young man never seemed to be relaxed. At the resource station was Ensign Anallie Somtaaw. Always ready to make a joke, she was the youngest of the Executive Officers and the newest. She knew her stuff though and the carrier never lacked for resources. The Wing Commander Sejica Manaan and the deck officer Lt. Illib Somtaaw were having a conversation about the squadrons in the hanger. The Prise-Gail had the best pilots in the fleet and it was because of Sejica and Illib. Because of the work these two put in the fighter squadrons almost always came back alive. They ran a tight operation and it paid off. Over at the tactical station was Lt. Lennal Sonderan. He had grown up in the same city that Cimeon had and the two were friends to a degree. He was a quiet man who had seen a lot in the war.
They all had seen their fair share of the war. All the executive officers had been in the fleet attached to The Pride of Hiigara. Some had served on this carrier, others on mobile refineries, destroyers, or frigates. But they were all seasoned. They all knew there job and they all did it well. The one that the captain knew the best though was his first officer. Commander Lana Soban had been with Cimeon the longest. She seemed to know what he wanted before it left his mouth. She was tall and very athletic. On her arm was a red tattoo of the kith Soban. They had been serving together since he took command of the Prise-Gail and he was dreading the day she got her own command. They had never been romantically involved and they never would. The captain just knew that officers of that caliber were hard to come by.
“Status,” the captain asked as he sat down into his chair.
“We've been out of hyperspace for two and a half hours and nothing so far. The Hammer and the Blade are in line abreast to us with the frigates forming a protective screen an all sides. Scout squadrons are deployed as are the gunship and pulsar squadrons. All additional squadrons are on 10 minute stand by. We have not set up a resourcing operation since storage units are still at capacity.”
“Thank you commander.”
Their orders were simple, patrol the Ashod sector until Naval Command called them back. Their fleet was more than capable of the task. Along with the carrier there were 2 destroyers, 5 torpedo frigates, 4 flak frigates, and 3 ion cannon frigates. They were a fairly large fleet. The carrier had an enlarged hanger bay allowing them to carry 15 squadrons of strike craft. They were running a full compliment now with 2 scout squadrons, 5 interceptor squadrons, 3 bomber squadrons, 3 gunship squadrons, and 2 pulsar squadrons. So far during the patrol they had only met light vaygr fleets that were easily dealt with. They had only received minor damage that they repaired with ease.
They had just entered an asteroid field known only as G546. It was a fairly thin field but there were pockets where you could hide. All in all nothing interesting. Just rocks and more rocks.
“Captain I'm picking up a ship. Looks pretty beat up.” Said Adman.
“Can we get a visual of it yet?”
“Working on it Captain. It looks like a Vaygr heavy missile frigate. Looks like it's dead though sir. I'm not getting any kind of power reading.”
“Alright sound general quarters. Send a scout squadron to investigate. Send all additional strike craft crews to their ships and have them ready for launch. If the vaygr have a surprise for us I want to be ready.”
“Sir, I've got visual.”
On the front screen a ship appeared. The frigate was heavily damaged with almost half of the ship nothing but a tangle of metal beams and warped bulk heads. The front was still intact but had large holes and burn marks all over it.
“Sir, it looks like the frigate was destroyed by vaygr weapons not ours. Those scars are from the missiles they use on their corvettes, not the torpedoes we use. Also there seems to be no ion scaring of any kind.”
“Strange. According to what we know we aren't anywhere near the border of 2 different warlords. Are there any signs of life pods or a pocket on that ship for any survivors?”
“Negative. There are 3 life pods adrift but none are registering any kind of life sign. The only activity I can see is one of the life pods sending a distress call. It didn't start till we scanned the pod for life signs.”
“Did any of the other pods respond the same way?”
“Alright. I want a resource collector out there to open it up and see what's inside.”
The fleet prepared for what ever may be waiting for them. Crews ran to their battle stations, pilots jumped into their cockpits, and the capital ships powered all their weapons. A lone collector launched from the carrier and started toward the life pod. The little dark yellow box with arms having the full attention of the entire fleet.
“Captain all squadrons report ready to launch.” called out Lt. Illib.
“All crew members at battle stations. Fleet reports battle ready.” announced Lt. Lennal.
As the collector neared the escape pod the captain grew a little nervous. It felt like a trap. They had been led to this specific escape pod and now they were going to open it. At least they weren't opening it in the hanger. If it was a bomb of some sort at least casualties would be at a minimum. As the collector docked with the pod, Cimeon realized he was holding his breath.
Then nothing. No explosion. No screams of terror from the collector crew. No incoming rush of enemy craft. No decloaking fleet attacking them. Nothing.
“Open a channel to the collector.”
“Pilot, this is Captain Cimeon what do you see?”
“Sir, there is a message in here written in Hiigaran. It says and I quote, 'Please save us. We have something that you must have if you want to restore peace. We know where the planet killers are from. And there are more than before.' There's a set of coordinates after that.”
Silence hung like a blanket in the bridge, computers beeping and the ventilators pumping air through the ship the only sound. Every member of the bridge crew had been in the battle over the homeworld. All of them had fought against the war machines that tried to destroy their very homes. When the last one turned to wreckage they all had breathed a sigh of relief. And now that relief was gone. In the space of a breath they were there again. Death yet again loomed large before them. If it were after their own lives they would have laughed at it. But it was after their family, their wives, husbands, sons, and daughters.
Cimeon was the first person to speak. His voice was a crack of thunder in the silence.“Pilot, record what you see and finish scans for any further traps. When the pod is deemed safe bring it back to the hanger for further examination. As of this moment you and your crew are to remain silent about this. You are to tell no one about what you have seen until you receive official documentation releasing you. Are my orders understood?”
“Carry on, bridge out. That order goes for all of you as well. If word of this gets out, then we're going to have a panic. Not just in our fleet but galaxy wide. As of yet this is unsubstantiated. Until the existence of more planet killers is confirmed there are none. Is that understood?”The sound of yes sir rang from every person on the bridge. As the captain left to call Command everyone saw a strong confident captain walk to his office. But on the inside Cimeon was shaken to his core.
“This better be important. I was having a nice dinner with my wife for the first time in 4 months.” grumbled Admiral Aba'ye.
“Yes sir, I understand.” Cimeon was desperate for help. Over the next 15 minutes he informed the Admiral about what they found and the actions they took. After the pod was dragged into the hanger it was put in security lock down. There had been 4 bodies on board. 2 vaygr and 2 taiidan. The bodies were in autopsy now. The hard part for Cimeon was they all looked like civilians.
“I appreciate your concern Captain, but at this time we don't have anything we can do. The Sajuuk is on a diplomatic mission and I can't call the fleet back over this. This sounds like a trap. I can't commit a large fleet to something that is probably just bait. The vaygr have never shown mercy. They were going to kill every person on our Hiigara for Sajuuk sake. Intelligence hasn't heard anything about where they came from. They've never heard of any vaygr who liked us either.”
Cimeon's heart dropped. “But Admiral, if intelligence doesn't have any idea where they came from, there could be more. If there are and they hit Hiigara with Sajuuk away, billions will die. Shouldn't we at least send a fleet to investigate? Our fleet is close to the coordinates. We could be there in two days. If we find something then we come home and gather the fleet. If not then we haven't lost much.”
The Admiral just looked at Cimeon blankly. “I don't think your going to find anything out there and you'll be out of communication range for most of the time your gone. I don't like the idea of not being able to know what's going on with an entire carrier group for almost four days. Your fleet is an important part of the navy. We have done some rebuilding but we are still low on ships. I can't afford to take the risk.”
“Admiral, with all due respect, what if your wrong? I believe there is something going on. It's part evidence, part hunch. Please Sir, I'm not trying to be disrespectful but this is too important for me to let it go.”
After several agonizingly long seconds, “Very well. You can go. I've never seen you push a superior officer this far before. If you're this sure about it, very well. But Cimeon you better make it back. It's not just your ships that are important. You and your crew are some of the best we have. We lost a lot of good people in the war. With it over for now I'd just as soon have you all come home.”