Gravity shifts in on itself, The sector of space warped and inverted as the ship emerged, its design holding a ball shaped mass of electrifying plasma, in the middle connecting to rear and stern connecting. directly in front occupying the area of space that had once been inverted. As it slows to impulse the words “vanity” can be seen embroidered on both sides along with the English flag, white backdrop, red templar cross of the hull. the massive craft shifted closer to the planetary orbit where it rested above the foreigners world. “spatium".
In contrast to the vessel's exterior. Aboard, throughout the decks decorated very exquisitely. Inspired by the late era of human history in architecture, most notably the Baroque. Walls are aligned with paintings. Furnituring as the same eloquent feeling of traditional carvings;golden trimmings adorn the tables.
A cultured fellow, a being of the same nature can be seen paced frantically, holding his tablet
dressed immaculately in his pristine dark navy blue buttoned uniform;a shoulder piece golden Epaulette. A bold strong facial features that cling to his skin, a broad bushy beard and mustache are present representing affinity of manhood.
Eventually the captain decided to sit closer to the computer to read the reports. He delved looking back and forth each time studying every ounce of detail in the system The intercom called, alerting him to the bridge.
Before exiting looking around his room for a small period of time his attention is brought on a large frame painting of the battle of Trafalgar square 1805. A portrait of Admiral Horatio final moments The captain speaks in a rich groveld manner
“A fine reminder of why all of humanity will serve england. The captain boldly claimed the pinnacle of earth's forces Dean.
Exiting the lift that baron walks to the center of the vessel's viaduct to survey the situation.
The bridge was adorned in the same fashion, walls aligned with carving and various mixed gold/silver accents, ornaments engraved dotted around the place. Elements of futuristic console tactical consoles positioned at the front side facing the viewport window. Captains announced.
"Report! What is our situation on the matter at hand?
He demandanded, as one of the crew close by offered him a tablet listing the information necessary . The bearded fellow expression sunk again.
"You could have just told me-whatever to return to your post. With haste" he added
The captain brought his focus on the viewport in front of the ship's piece watching as the ambiguous planet spun before him. While the Commander arrived by his side.
,Only catching a glimpse in his eye doesn't turn as Blake speaks
“Perhaps one day earth will colonize this system too, some day.” Dean nodded, fully agreeing with fellow officers' statements.
“Someday Blake, perhaps, if there is no life, free for the taking, no doubt.
Without warning three pulses of bright white light flashed. Vanity then found himself between the foreign starcrafts that appeared with the space around him. Their design is traditional to starships but shaped as scally dragons. Caught slightly off guard he narrows his eyebrows. His tone is full of arrogance.
"I can only concur that it be the welcoming committee, hail them"
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unexpectedly A voice boomed throughout whole vessel of the vanity of unknown language spoken showing no obvious visual transmission he patiently waited for the voice to settle ceasing his demand as the tone implied
"You shall surrender to the British empire, relieving this sector of space. "
The alien spoke again in a harsher quicken manner but of course to no success. To Deans Discomfort his inpatient rising
"How incompetent of a crew do you have to be-
His tone increasing to anger addressing the officers responsible for coms
“WHERE ARE MY COMMUNICATIONS?”
he commanded in a forceful tone
The front row crew jittered immediately focus on the captain stunned for words
They just blankly stare in his general direction, moments later as the alien spoke for the third time part of his message was finally translated.
--------- “vessel violating our space, explain yourself defining our sacred space or be prepared to be fired upon.” he retorted back
"I believe you are mistaken, failure to comply we will not hesitate to take what's ours” the impatience on both sides glaringly noticeable.
"Do not,negative with outsiders LEAVE!”
No relations,too primitive. Species far too undeveloped
Dean's face hollowed, once again finds himself muttering under his breath reacting to the alien statement. The captain was taken aback by the irony.
“Primitive?! US?! The nerves on these-... I assure you, humanity with the technology it has developed over the years has substantially grown. So has our leap in weaponry? Care for us to demonstrate?”
The alien ceases their comms abruptly, the 3 ships present with magnitude of power turn to face the vanity starship. he immediately orders evasive maneuvers
“Deflectors up, arm the battery rays! let us prove how earth's mighty flagship deals with resistance, perhaps they will be persuaded otherwise”
hesitant to engage in combat, the order was very bluntly shared among The crew unsure to execute the command.
The Commander stepped in
“Sir may i remind you, it would be a foolish act to engage in combat, we haven't time to study their offensive capabilities”
his feeling surged, frustration rise again
“Your concern will be noted Commander ,there practically asking to be fired upon”
“Batteries to bow, fire on my mark-” Dean commanded with ease.”
Tension grew among the uncertainty of the orders. The three alien crafts creeping into firing range, powering up their shields and weapons , the vanity lays stood motionless waiting for its captain to respond
The captain curses to himself, having second thoughts but very much eager to prove Britannias might in the space age.
“Damn it blake your right, I will not risk my crew on a wim
disengage, take us out full U turn maximum velocity”
As space again inverted collapsing in on itself the colossus shifting the gravity among its vector the craft replied in an instant to warp escaping the menacing threat that once loomed at present. The Commander engaged in conversation.
Do you suppose those ships were using an illusion, possibly even magic? Those vessels could be seen by the naked eye but Scanners couldn't register any applicable mass or material to suggest otherwise.
He turned, rose to meet him
“None? None at all? I refuse to believe those ships weren't real, I saw them with my eyes, you saw them, the whole damn crew saw them!”
His frustration was obvious after the ordeal he was met with.
“but nevertheless you made the right call, my emotions got the better of me, if that voice was a projection of magic, and those ships were using remnants of sorcery too…evidently magic coexists throughout the galaxy, perhaps humanity is not the last species to use such a abominable notion.”
blake responds in an intrigued manner
“I concur that their techniques eludes us thus magic,sorcery,it's something to fear, if magic is something that is tangible at all, I suspect it would shift the balance, even the tide of power,the practise haven't been seen since the age of enlightenment roughly 17th, 18th century, specially witchcraft ”, Dean stroked his beard pondering the facts. His realization struggled to grasp what occurred.”
If what we saw was real…if it was sourcery we were witnessing…
“What readings did we register? If any at all?”
The tactical offer confirmed their fears and the faint English accent present.
“I'm puzzled as you sir, as the Commander previously mentioned, it's impossible to track, there’s no constant matter to lock onto or read from. How do you suppose that is possible?”
He overshadows the officer, expressing confusion.
Preposterous, These readings are impossible, none of this makes any sense…