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[ORION FLEET] Flashpoint at Treas

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"No man is enitled to the blessings of freedom unless he be vigilant in its preservation."

- Douglas Macarthur (Military Commander from 20th Century Earth)

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The forces of Galactic Command were once as vast as the space in which they patrol. It has been 15 years since the second Gammulan incursion into GALCOM space. Unlike the first incursion which led to an unprecedented military buildup and increased Galactic Command's presence - the weapons and tactics in use during the 2nd conflict led to horrendous losses on both sides.

The situation was made worse in the secondary conflict within Galactic Command itself - as the forces of Orion Fleet battled the Insurgency around and across dozens of star systems. Commander Blades went into retirement around the time that the war had started, and the remaining commanders of Orion Fleet felt lost in the transition. Many commanders who were known as friendly and joking members of the fleet became bitter and battle hardened as the war took it's toll not only on the military forces, but on the civilian populations of planets across the outer rim.

Some commanders transferred in... more transferred out. Some were destroyed - some were caught in the fringe areas of space and carried out a series of harrassing assaults against the enemy. When all was said and done - only a few ships remained out of what was once the heavy-hitters of Galactic Command. Post-war, the Vigilance Battle Group was instated under the command of former patrol leader Commander Cooper - who had once led the scouting wing at Treas. Beuracracy took it's toll on the Commander after being recalled to Orion Starstation at Centris - and in the newly commissioned Mk 3 Battlecruiser "Vigilance" which has replaced his former Questar-class vessel - he has returned to Treas as conflict once again threatens to erupt across the Galaxy... with so few commanders at his disposal - and other Galcom forces otherwise pre-disposed - Commander Cooper knows that Centris is the key to the Sol system... and he will defend it at any cost.

Earth Time: October 25, 3045

'In at this gate none pass the vigilance here placed.'; The plaque that was fitted along the wall near the entrance to the command deck was fitting... had always seemed fitting to the duties that had always been assigned the Vigilance. No longer a wet behind the ears Commander - Commander Cooper was nearing 45 years of age after having first served during the second Gammulan conflict.

Things had been much easier then when he had been orchestrating small-scale hit and run defenses at Treas against the Insurgent forces of New America. Things had seemed so much simpler when the forces of Galactic Command had been in a state of extremely high morale following the first war. Looking at some of the fresh faces amongst his command crew - he envied those for whom the innocence had not been burned away in a baptism of fire.

Of course, it wasn't only the war that had eaten away at him. A failed marriage came out of the war also... many things had tormented him while on the front lines reading the last communications he had received from his then-wife. Of course when the war was over he felt much obliged to partake in the 'hospitality' offered by some of the civilian members of Orion Starstation... and the unique experience that he felt when alone with that Empirian girl... my had those feathers tickled.

Shaking his head at the memory, Commander Cooper looked up at the readouts on his Commander's HUD.

"Helm set a course for the Tramis jumpgate," he said; "we'll pass through the corridor before heading into Treas."

"Aye sir" said the female Lieutenant who was stationed at the helm.

He braced himself for the inevitable queasiness that always accompanies hyperspace travel. It wasn't that far exactly - and before he knew it they were merging back into real-space to enter the jumpgate.

Weird creations the jumpgates were... Galactic Command wasn't entirely sure who had built them... but Commander Cooper remembered a mission way-back-when that he had been involved in at the Tau Ceti system. It had come to his attention that other artifacts had been discovered on a few other worlds. He wouldn't have been surprised if the jumpgates were a holdover from whoever those artifacts belonged to.

The GCV-Vigilance approached the jump-gate and then instantly was transported a huge distance across the galaxy. The status reports came flooding in from the command crew - and a red dot appeared on the targetting computer.

Emperian pirates.

"Not their lucky day that we decided to head out for a patrol" the tactical officer commented.

"We've got time to deviate from our primary mission. Lock onto the enemy vessel and prepare to engage hyperspace." Cooper said. "Switch to view of target on-screen."

The enemy vessel... a small corvetted sized ship was running along a set course. It also appeared to have energy weapon scorches along it's hull, and was trailing reactor fumes from where it had been damaged.

"Are there any other ships in the area?" - "Negative. I... wait - ship decloaking!."

Commander Cooper watched as an Insurgent cruiser decloaked and finished the job of vaporizing the pirate vessel. The ship turned toward the Treas jump gate before re-engaging it's cloaking device...

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Oct. 25, 3045

UCV-Minas Morgal

Gammulan Megaron Heavy Cruiser

running under bogus Insurgent IFF tags

"Secondary target eliminated. Primary target within visual range. Re-engaging cloak. 8 minutes before radiation leak becomes critical." The Tactical officer re-read her instruments and, pausing for a moment, offered: "Should we engage the Primary?"

The Gammulan commander glared at the TacOps screen feeling the blood-lust rise. He still had enough time, still being cloaked, to destroy the Galcom cruiser drifting within range of his weapons lock. But that would risk his mission and alert his presents.

Even though his ship was running under false Insurgent codes, he still could not afford to provoke the anger of the Terrans, too close to their homeworld.

That wasn't his primary mission.

"Disregard Primary target. Remain cloaked until we enter Treas and then proceed as instructed."

The Gammulan commmander sat quietly at his command station and watched his crew follow his orders.

The Treas jumpgate filled the main Bridgeview, dwarfing the crusier with it's immense size. And with a brilliant flash of molecular light, the heavy cruiser was atomized and re-assembled several light years from where it was. Instantaneously.

"Reading a stable jump into Treas, Commander."

"Proceed as ordered..." He rose from his command chair and turned. "Notify me when we are in range."

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Oct. 25, 3045

UCV-Minas Morgal

Gammulan Megaron Heavy Cruiser

running under bogus Insurgent IFF tags

The Gammulan commander proceeded through the turbo-lifts, on through the corridors and sub-sections, on his way to the detention hold.

The Megaron carrier was a spoil of war and captured from the field of battle. It was lined throughtout with debris and broken conduit. Sparking and hissing plasmatic relays, masses of electrical wiring hanging from ceiling and wall, along with the dead and dying corpses of the ship's last defenders strewn throughout.

On his way, he would pause periodically to encourage his small band of saboteurs, mostly marine and engineer castes of his race, hauling off the dead or dying to be ejected without ceremony into the cold void of space, or to help in moving a large chuck of debris that was blocking a corridor, or to repair a sparking conduit that might endanger one of his own.

They were a small band, no more then 20 strong, but had proven more then a match for the Terran filth that had once infested this craft. Even though he was in command and dominant here, he had no problems helping where he was needed. Gammulans lived and died together. As one.

Once he finally approached the entrance to the detention hold, a lone gammulan sentry instantly snapped to attention.

"All told. Gwai'lar". Offered the lone marine.

"Be at peace, Mi-chan", returned the commander, placing a blood-caked gauntlet upon the young marine's shoulder. "How fare the soon to be dead?"

"20 souls await your judgement, Gwai'lar. May I have the honor of wasting their blood? They do not seem fit to breathe air, and their blood offends me, even from here. They do not willing choose death, but wallow in their own filth. It is disgusting."

"Calm Mi-Chan. You must find your center. You are young and only hear the bloodlust within you. The battle is still new in you. Let that be your sustenance. We must keep this kel'lian alive for now. There can be much profit in this."

"As you command, Gwai'lar. But I would have them all disembowled without delay. Let them feed the Gee'lach. At least they would serve some purpose, instead of drowning in their own filth." With that, the young marine turned and activated the detention access panel. The re-enforced titanium door opened without a sound.

A wave of defacation, fear and death assaulted the Gammulan commander as he entered the room. Along with this smell was the ozone of the plasma detention fields that hissed and crackled and lite up the darkness with an eery, repressive glow. The wimpering and crying, coughing and wretching of the condemned, filtered through the electronic whine of plasma.

Before him, in the darkness, were two rows of five cells each, stacked one on top of the other. Four of the cells each held five decimated and starving humanoids, Terrans all, almost all on the brink of death.

Breathing deeply the stench, and smiling at the defeat of his enemies, the Gammulan commander walked to the closest cell, deactivated the plasmatic field, and stated in his clear, strong voice of command:

"Who here speaks for the rest? Who here claims responsibilty?"

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Oct. 25, 3045

UCV-Minas Morgal

Gammulan Megaron Heavy Cruiser

running under bogus Insurgent IFF tags

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Out of the depth of unconsciousness, lucidity rose of it's own volition, like a lone bubble of air in a vast, black ocean of silence.

Scent was the first of the senses to activate within his lumbering brain. Unpleasant but not unfamiliar. A smell that was reminiscent of children. Of his own first born. Diapers and changings..but he couldn't lock onto the idea entirely. It was still too far way, and escaped him.

He vaguely became aware of his body, but his mind was swimming..then, unforeseen and unexpected, the pain assaulted him in an unforgiving and relentless wave of nausea. It washed over his entire being, but at least served a purpose. It wrenched him fully into the waking world.

"Awake you carrion! I say again: Who here speaks for the rest? Who here claims responsibilty?"

It took him an eternity for his eyes to adjust to the blinding, repressive light. He longed to crawl back into some blissful blackness, where there was no pain, no light, and no sound. But something within him made him push against the cold, hard metal floor and stand. Nausea again consumed him, but he mastered it. Slowly, he took back control and looked around him.

Bodies were lying around him. They were familiar but he couldn't place where he was. The stench again assualted him, making the nausea rise again within him.

"You! Human! You seem to at least have the salt to stand. If you wish to live, if you wish any of your kind to live, you will speak. You will speak or you all will die here. Now."

He heard sounds. English..it seemed..or some form of it...horribly accented...almost incomprehensible.

He tried to focus his eyes, but everything remained blurry and obscure. Where was he? He could not think. Thoughts would form and then disappear before he could grasp them. All he knew was nausea, dizziness and blinding light.

Again the voice accused him.

"Mi-Chan, come and help this pathetic human out of this cage. I cannot speak to him through all this filth. As you said, it is too disgusting. Clean him up and bring him to me in my chambers"

"Instantly, Gwai'lar. What of the others?"

"Leave them. I will decide on them after I have spoken to this Terran."

"As you command."

The Gammulan commander took another look at the wobbling human. "Hmmm, yes, This one seems to have salt. Treat him well Mi-Chan, or you will die with him."

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interesting perspective, I assume you have a long-term plan of sorts in mind?

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