“Hyperspace reversion in twenty seconds, all departments, sound off.”, said Khurgee, his gruff voice immersed with impending authority.
Davin Halcyon had busied himself with taking the final protocol alert stance, initiating his strategic technological elements.
“Core, hook me up to the TCC, and bring the SCHCF system online.”
The Tactical Command Console had been in use in with Cryonics Industries naval service for a better part of several months throughout the company’s existence. The system’s administrative console was encased in a fashionable up to date polyurethane metalloid shell extending two meters in width, three feet in overall height, a reclining repulsion chair suited for luxury covered the difference between the occupants waist to the bridge of the console. The entire console itself was structured into a an technically efficient, non problematic horseshoe design, the occupant seated inside the horseshoe had bit to bank the repulsion chair 90 degrees at any angle to have a full array of technical equipment n order to direct a conflict to a favorable and desired conclusion.
The latest in slave circuit command technology allowed the station officer to have complete control over any of the ship’s systems. Sensors, weapon batteries, propulsion, shield modulation, communications, all these systems were slave circuit linked to the TCC, giving the occupant the necessities need to complete their objective. Enhanced to a measurable degree, the TCC gave the user unlimited options of ship commands, controls, and functions.
The latest edition to the complete armament of systems was the newly developed Serial Code Hyper Communications Grid, know for as the SCHCG system. It was a revolutionary technology in mainstream combat communication. CI research and development engineers designed the ultimate in efficient and securely encrypted communications.
The SCHCG system was a hyper communications interface implementing the use of subspace receivers detecting and acknowledging transmissions based on whether the transmission was forwarded to a serial code assigned to the subspace receiver.
In example, the subspace transceiver built into the TCC of the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->
Blaze of Glory<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> registers a serial code designated to all ships under that command phalanx. The subspace transceivers of the engagement legions under the CI 1st fleet also register their own unique serial code.
The SCHCF system allows the user to interface with these serial codes, interpreting them into acknowledgement signals for various transmissions between the taskforces. A user of one task force can dial into the interface of another, and forward an active communications link to the user of another taskforce. An example: the user of the TCC on aboard the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->
Blaze<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> accesses the SCHCG system integrated into his TCC console, and dial into the interface of another SCHCG system of another TCC console in another taskforce. The user can then set up an encrypted voice “chat” communications grid with that user, thus establishing an encrypted, non-detectable hyper communications grid
Non-detectable? That means, in theory, that subspace receivers and various other sensor equipment on aboard enemy craft, or another taskforce’s SCHCG system in the friendly battalion couldn’t intercept the communications grid? Precisely so. The SCHCG system does not use transmissions as its base of communications. It simply accesses the SCHCG system interface of another user, and drops a communication grid packet at that interface, allowing the user to accept and acknowledge the packet.
The only downside to the system was the grueling process of setting up “chat” grids through the entire fleet. Protocol calls for such a task to be done before traversing in hyperspace.
“Hyperspace reversion imminent! All departments, brace for reversion!”
Khurgee strode to his seat accented at the catwalks above the various bulkheads, strapping in securely to his acceleration-dampening module.
In a few breathtaking moments, the star lines faded back to their normal fathoms of light; a large figure ahead eclipsing 1st Fleet in a void ominous shadow.
“That’s Mechis III people, look alert.” Halcyon was presently seated in the repulsion chair at the TCC, punching up commands to access the SCHCG system. “Relay, scan active and passive perimeters, verifies feedback.”
The majestic stealth of the fleet cruised into an outer orbit around Mechis III, precisely 170,000 kilometers out from the planet’s atmosphere. “Navigation, hold here. Engines at 1.7 velocity.”
Suddenly, a report rang out from the master technician in Relay Department. “Sir, the active scanning perimeter reports three targets at high velocity, matching our vector!”
Nodding, Davin tapped into a video modulation sensor, bringing up an imagery sensor to fix on the approaching targets. “Enhance by three quarters.” The imagery adjusted, displaying the clear view of the sleek vessels rampaging toward the fleet. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->
Hmm... intercept gunships... probably docked in high atmosphere orbital platforms. But this system was supposed to be completely void of any military presence... and the size, and shape of those vessels... only one species in the galaxy produces such craft.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> However, what Davin’s eye caught along the broad side of one of the vessels gave reason for him to shiver, and confirmed his suspicion. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->
Yevetha!<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> In the keel of one of the approaching ships, displayed in plain view, was the christening name of <!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->
Victor of Yevetha<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->. “Navigation! Raise shields, full modulation to our energy and particle generators!”
Swiveling in his repulsion chair, his fingers danced along the control panel of the SCHCG interface, simultaneously barking out another order. “Gunnery, bring the main batteries to bear on those targets!” Turning his face to Khurgee, he motioned for the young officer to bring his own preparations. “Khurgee, launch and monitor the fighter screen. You know the protocols.” Nodding, the dutiful officer left to attend to his own.
“What are doing?”, came the suspicious and aggravated voice from Adalric Cronus. His eyes were menacing with dreadful horror. “Why are you bringing up those vessels on our targeting screens? What right have you?” He stood, in full measure of Imperial dignity, and began a slow and awkward approach to Davin’s station.
Not looking back from his task, Davin said, “All the right in my charter. My responsibility is to ensure the security of this foundation, and I’m doing just that.”, he pointed a finger towards the bow view ports of the Super Star Destroyer. “Those are Yeventhan thrustships approaching our vectors sir, and at their current velocity, it looks like they’re pretty fracken mad.”
Adalric’s jaw slumped forward in bitter astonishment, disbelief and doubt in his eyes, glaring over the bow view ports. “Yevethan thrustships... we must hail them... we can’t afford to engage in such aggressive actions before acquiring their purpose here in this sector. Davin, this is not right, for all we know, there could be human lives piloting those ships.”
Davin shook his head stubbornly. “Any human piloting a Yeventhan vessel is blunt our of his mind. You do know the New Republic issued a dismantle on sight decree for all Yevethan thrustships after the Black Fleet Crisis, don’t you sir?”, gesturing towards the ships again, he implored. “Do you want to be the one responsible for the lives of our men for not taking the proper precautions? I don’t.”
“Mr. Halcyon!”, his voice echoed across the bridge, with every commanding might and majesty he could summon, then dropping his voice to a whispered hush. “Attempt to hail them now.”
Davin’s face worn a frown of contempt, his mind riddles with the logic running through this commander’s mind. Finally nodding, he replied, “Relay department, attempt to hail the targets in all space band frequencies, tell them that if they do not yield their vessels and heave to, we’ll blow their asses to whatever hell they believe in.” The Relay master technician glared at Davin in surprise, not quite knowing if his superior wanted his message translated into some diplomatic euphemism. “S--- Sir? Exactly like that?”
“Exactly like that son.” Turning back to his duties, he initiated contact with his point guard taskforce.
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Reaching for a button on the SCHCG system panel, his finger triggered a flip, activating the “chat” grid for the two point guard formations.
Speaking through an audio headset, Davin’s voice was relieved. “Captains, you are there?”, after a brief pause, a voice replied in similar relief. “Aye sir. We should have followed protocol.”
Halcyon’s bemused himself a smile. “Indeed, I’ll make a personal note of the matter in my log.”, then pausing for a more dramatic effect, he continue on, “Captains, those vessels are Yevethan thrustships on an approach vector matching ours. Do you concur?”
“Indeed sir, our sensors registered the same class of vessel. What is our stance?”
“Well, at their current velocity, they should reach our position in four minutes. That gives us about three minutes of time to jockey our forces in an intercept---.” Warning signals from the navigation console of the TCC were flashing. Banking the repulsion chair to read the warning flash, his eyes lit with surprise. HYPERSPACE DISTORTION.
Before he could utter a command, Cronus was at his feet, delivering a petition to Relay Department.
“Relay, track that anomaly! Identify source!”
A moment later, the master technician of the Relay Department responded with grim news. “Sir, another vessel matching the structure profile to our previous targets.” Cronus looked at Davin with a scowl of contempt, and the High Admiral read the look of appeal in the his eyes, nodding in affirmation.
“Captains, deploy your forces on a countercept vector to the approaching formation of Yevethan thrustships. The leashes are off for you two gentlemen, hit ‘em hard!”
