According to Regulation Serial No. 730-291 Column C, We have been tasked with a great opportunity of translating all of the archived transcripts our archeologists have recovered from sites located at [Classified].

However, due to the limited information we have on these ancient beings, we have been forced to translate what we can, to the best of our abilities. Please note dear reader, we could only translate the language to it's most basic form. Modern colloquialisms have been added in place of similar phrases.


Chapter 1

Docking Bay 4

August 23, 0521, rendezvous with Endurance at 0700 on DemiHuman space station Outer Frequency: In Progress.

Unauthorized access of Data.

File/34698 detected.

Overriding main security systems to compensate for corruption.

File/34698. . . Open? Y/N

Commencing Extraction of files.

File/34698 Opened:

CLASSIFIED:

Sna muanh era a ecargsid ot lla Tneitnes Sgnieb fo siht esrevinu! Ew lliw yortsed rouy eacr. Eb yraw fo our gnimoc!

Translation Node Activated: Humans are a disgrace to all Sentient Beings of this universe! We will destroy your race. Be wary of our coming!

Unauthorized access to classified file no. 64903. . .

File/64903. . . Open? Y/N

File/64903 Opened:

Encryption Code: Black

Subject: Suspicious Object

Date: January 3, 0495

Dr. Mindy Lynn Fairchild: We've completed the investigation on the mysterious chunk of wreckage that was flooding at these coordinates [Error/Coordinates Deleted]. It seems that our satellite picked it up about a week ago.

[End Transmission]

Date: March 16, 0495

Dr. Mindy Lynn Fairchild: Recovery of the wreckage was completed 20 hours ago. The data corruption surrounding the outer doors firewall tells us that whatever that thing is, it doesn't want us to open it. We will be working hard to crack it.

[End Transmission]

Date: November 2, 0495

Dr. Mindy Lynn Fairchild: We believe the unknown object to be a ship of some sort, of an ancient alien origin. Dr. Sadler is here to explain the details of the craft.

Dr. Michael Wayne Sadler: The Nose of the ship has a circular window, we believe it to be the ships bridge. The surrounding shell of the ship is made out of some sort of organic metal, after consulting with the other scientists we've come to the consensus that we cannot make out it's chemical composition. The propulsion systems are similar to ours, though the thermal nuclear reactors seem to be none existent. Thermal infrared scouts tell us that the ship has no [transmission interference]. Therefore, we believe that it is time to send a search team into the ship.

[End Transmission]

Date: Unknown

Dr. Mindy Lynn Fairchild: What we found inside the ship was as horrible as I thought. If anyone receives this... transmission, do not, I repeat, DO NOT! Open the ship! IT'S haskh ffsff-stored jkfhuig rktydd Viru-yuate-

[ERROR: Transmission interrupted]

/Internal Connection located.

/Deleting connection


The high winds bellow out from the Eastern section of the large Heliport, It's been over ten years since I was placed on this desolate rock. I was originally placed here to oversee the construction of the massive training and research. I can remember the first time I stepped off the Carrier and onto this exact Heliport.

Breathing in the same harsh winds. Only this time they were telling me a different story. Telling me that the Allied Forces I sent into the outer rim would be held up for a couple more days. This could not have happened at the worst possible moment. I look up at the sky in disappointment.

I inhale a long breathe of the moons chilling winds.

Letting the salty air fill my aching lungs, not stopping to care for the pain it caused. Lieutenant Second Class Frank B. Walker ran out of the command HQ Building, "General!" His run slowly came to a jog, then to a crawl.

"You really need to stop smoking, son."

As the Lieutenant caught his breath, bent down, hands on his knees, he mutters under his breath "that could be said for the both of us, sir. With all due respect."

With that remark I tried as hard as I could to mask the pain I was feeling.

I jumped off the helipad.

"No need to apologize, my boy. We are at war, are we not?"

The Lieutenant nods.

"What were you doing on the roof anyways, sir?"

"Just remembering the good old days." sighing again, only this time it didn't hurt. Strange, it must be the adrenalin in my system, I closed my eyes.

My face has wrinkled due to its old age, must be from all the years of battling that damn unrelenting enemy.

My race is all I've ever known, this war has been all I've known, the relentless battles have left me with a face full of scars, though most of them are little, the biggest visible scar I have been gifted with was a large scar that stretched from my right brow around to my left cheek.

When I was a younger man and got this scar, to hide the mark I put make-up over it, at the time my Commanding Officer thought 'if you hide a scar it only shows weakness of character.' Then one day my Commanding Officer came to the training arena with large scratch along his left eye, still bruised and bloody, and he seemed to show it with pride. This action convinced me to start showing my scar.

My Commanding Officer from that point on, began to respect me. Back than I (a mere private at that time) told people 'Every warrior has a scar, that means you're a survivor. Survivors never waver or reflect fear, show the enemy your battle wounds, taunt them for their failure.' A little dramatic but I was a dreamer in those days.

I opened my eyes, only to see a slender woman with thick red hair that seemed to dance with the wind like a blazing fiery demon standing in front of me.

I was taken aback, and staggered a few steps backwards a bit.

"Eh, Rem!"

"You've been standing there for the past ten minutes, sir. What exactly where you doing?" I hesitated, then spoke in a soft tone.

"I was just remembering what it was like when I was younger-"

"The good old days, as he so put it."

The Lieutenant interrupted.

"I'm not sure you addressed the reason for your coming here!"

The Lieutenant caught me glaring at him.

"Ah, yes." He clears his throat, "The reason I came here is to inform you that the allied ships were attacked at 0500 yesterday, only one craft made the passage. The Endurance was the only ship to survive the onslaught, sir."


"My name is Sergeant Major Derik Knyght, it is my understanding that you all are asking why we are here. Well...

The Endurance, is a large ship, capable of carrying thousands of passengers. however, it originally wasn't fitted for battle until a few years after the start of the war. Not to mention she isn't built the way most ships are. It has fought many battles since it's refurbishing, that's why it's named the Endurance. The reason for its long lived reputation is because of its superior LaserGel Shielding. The LaserGel Shielding was utilized by harnessing a virus known as The Deadly Crave Virus, which is also known as DCV-3642.

It originated during the Generation Wars during the dates of 12810-12815 BE. When soldiers would be stuck on an unknown planet of which they were unfamiliar with the vegetation and they didn't have the correct detox packets to test it edibility, to see if it was safe to eat. So when they ate the plant life, they would contract a deadly cannibalistic virus. So when they were eventually rescued, they would attack, kill, and devour their remains.

The Virus was inevitably contained with higher precautions, and a newer, more thorough detox kit was created to fight off this hazardous phenomenon.

But, let's forgo the history lesson and move on with the briefing.

In every engine room of a ship they are fitted with a LaserGel Shield, there are at least three Wraiths fitted to manipulate the technology to create the shielding around the ship. This Technology has become very useful to the USFD."

I waved my hand as a gesture for questions to begin. They all stood up and started all at once.

A young woman with shoulder length black hair stood out amongst the others. I looked at her, recognizing her immediately and point to her.

Everyone else sat down, all with disappointed looks, but no matter, it was of no concern to me whether the media was happy or not.

As they all sat down, the woman was left standing.

"Good evening, Sergeant Major. The question I and most the people in this room have been wanting to ask you has a lot to do with the ethics of military policies. Why would the Unified Space Federal Defense go through all the trouble of calling our allied forces to a planet that is to far from the Loyal Space Territories. When we are being attacked here?"

As the woman finishes speaking she sat down, she continues to record on her voice recorder and snaps her finger at the Camera man to wake up.

I sighed a loud groan and then rubbed my eyes in frustrated irritation.

"The reason we are helping the outer planets is because we are a part of them just as they are a part of use. We must help them just like they have helped us. These good people work day and night, slaving over the hardships of altered gravity, and terrian to produce our food. How are we any different then them? Inner colony or outer colony, We are all essentially DemiHumans are we not? Do we look any different then they do? We are all DemiSapiens, a new breed of DemiHuman evolution. It is up to us to make our species proud."

After the meeting with the press concluded, I waved over to the long black haired woman. The woman came over to me. I put my arm around her shoulder, and hugged her.

"Olivia, I wasn't expecting you to show up here today."

"Well you know me, always unexpected-"

"And Cruel" I interrupted her with a sudden grim look.

"Oh, Derik. . ."

I start walking away.

"Jesus, Olivia, are you trying to get this administration thrown into chaos?"

I constantly look back to her.

"We've spent years trying to keep peace with the Outer Planets. Can you imagine their reaction if they saw that broadcast?"

Olivia had a sad look on her face.

"Forgive me, Derrick. I was just trying to do my job."

I turn to her.

"It's alright, We all are."

General Gerard's thoughts have been a jumbled mess since he received that last transmission over a decade ago. What was this ship they were talking about? And why are we just now receiving them? The thoughts still echoed in the back of his mind.

Rem turned to face me with a concerned look.

I looked back at her, "What?" I ask slightly concerned.

"I know that look. You want to go looking for something that is unobtainable, don't you? Your a general?"

She starts getting angry. Which worried me even more. "Your not the man you used to be. Not since mom died."

"Now, now, honey. Don't get to irrational here. I just happen to be older, but I am the same man that I was."

"we don't know for sure." she giggles.

"Sir, that transmission was given to us by an unknown source. So, as far as we know this could even be a fake. Just to lure us into a trap."

Lieutenant Walker wasn't to sure this was a good idea either. His experienced intuition is telling him to stay away. Though he fears that the Generals intuition has faded over the years.

Though he still trusts the old mans judgment.


Vector 2: Cygnus Quadrant

/Reestablishing Connection. . .

File/78356. . . Open? Y/N

File/78356 Opened

Encryption Code: Orange

Subject: The Future of Military Science

The Endurance Science Lab, is located just right of the main shuttle bay. It has many different stations that are dedicated to looking for better ways to live to see the future. We here on The Endurance are working on things like, the new LaserGel Shielding units, the old models are too outdated, AND THEY need to be renewed.

/Connecting to Outside Network. . .

Open File/78357

File/78357 Opened

CLASSIFIED: HIGH MILITARY Clearance needed

/Overriding Security Matrix. . . Opened. . .

Date: Classified

Subject:?

Dr. Michael Wayne Sadler: Endurance Science Lab's have done what the military wanted. We've developed a High Frequency Armor that is impervious to laser fire from anything from a battle cruiser to a space station. We have also started testing war simulations with the subjects of the Cygnus Program. The Cygnus Angels Rank II's are ready for deployment.

/Retrieving Replies. . .

Date: Classified

Sergeant Major Derik Knyght:

REPLY: Thank you Doctor for your report on the advancement and updates for this month. The news is exemplary. Though we do have a request that needs to come to attention. The Battle for June is running slowly and we believe that your Angels could be used to speed up the success of the war. So we are looking foreword to your respond on the subject.

Date: Classified

Dr. Michael Wayne Sadler:

REPLY: I am honored to finally have the opportunity to show my children to the USFD committee members. My Angels will prove to be what the military has been hoping for. My son, Lieutenant Coronal Victor Grey will accompany me during the proceedings. I thank each and every one of the committee members for finally seeing my ideals for the warriors of the future.

/Connection Disabled

Dr. Sadler disconnects the interlink between the Sergeant Major and himself. Slowly leaning back in his chair, he sighs.

But something was weighing on me.

I could not shake this uneasy feeling that someone was listening in on the conversation.

Victor stood beside me, looking down at the screen. His blank expression meant that he didn't notice. My son and his team underwent the most agony out of all the other Vanguard Soldiers, but they grew into such strong fighters over the years, it's hard to tell that they received the Emotionless Serum as children after all that pain.

"How are you feeling, my son?" My face must have shown a tiny bit of concern Cause Victor had a strange look on his.

Victor Looked up at his father than down to the blank screen, then back to his father. "Something doesn't make sense, father. The sudden eagerness of the USFD Military for the Cygnus Programs progress confuses me."

His huge armored hand reaches over and he grabs his helmet.

"It is alright, my boy. During war, men become desperate, and when that desperation reaches it's peak. They need a deterrent."

"But, If something were to go wrong, we would be perfectly prepared." I put my hand on Victors shoulder and proceed to walk out of the room.

Victor followed behind me.

As he put on his helmet he pushed the COM button inside it, just underneath the chin, and announced.

"Attention all Angels, please report to Docking Bay 4. Repeat. All Angels, report to Docking Bay 4."