ShadowDancerBrony

Chapter 1: Captain Mascarenhas de Morais strode onto the bridge of the UNS Minas Gerais, a pre-Satellite Wars drone-frigate and one of the oldest active ships in the UN fleet. Even with the Venlil upgrades, the ship was showing her age. Undoubtedly, this is why she was currently patrolling a Gojid system only identified by the SETI system identification number, not even a colony name in the Venlil records. “Status?” he asked taking his seat. “No contacts,” the tactical officer reported. “All systems operating within parameters,” engineering station replied. “All channels silent,” Sįam, the Venlil comms officer, said much less timidly than they had when they started the military exchange. “Well, I think we’ve wasted enough time here. Looks like the Gojid have pulled their forces back after our bombers took out their military outposts. Helm, take us back to the main fleet. We’re not distracting anyone out here,” the captain ordered.

Chapter 1: Doctor Rolnan peered into the conference hall taking note of the safety measures in place. The tables were set up far apart, all the exits were already propped opened wide, and crowd barriers (with a pair of Venlil riot guards) separated the audience from the speakers. Only a few attendees had taken a seat at this point and Rolnan made his way to a table opposite the podium where a few other off-worlders had already seated themselves. “Are these seats taken?” Doctor Rolnan asked? “Please,” the female Kolshian replied, “I’m Shanel. You were at the chromosome theory symposium, weren’t you? I guess not many of us were able to get off planet before ‘they’ arrived.” Rolnan dipped his head in acknowledgement, “Yes. Has anyone been able to communicate off world?” The Nynxz looked away from the group, as everyone else indicated they had not, “I can’t believe the Venlil were able to cut communications so thoroughly,” Shanel interjected drawing the tables attention, “Even the