Qorsikan Home System
War Games Concluded
1st Fleet Flagship, Sacrosanct
Sacrosanct Class Battleship
He skeptically picks up the folder and looks at it. The manilla folder contains only two sheets of paper and has a large stamped seal on it reading "TOP SECRET HERETICAL INFORMATION DISCLOSED" prominently on the front face. "What's so important that this dossier is given to me in the middle of R&D?"
"Urgent request from..." The yeoman sighs, "The Imperial Court. It is in your wisdom if you wish to share it."
The Admiral, looking obviously annoyed opens it and begins reading, muttering to himself.
"Over the last few weeks, nigh undetectable surges of alpha and electromagnetic radiation has randomly appeared across the Qorsikan star system. Each one moved to a more acceptable environment for the invasion of a Xenos fleet, away from gravity wells and in a prominent location in the home system. The tests you have been conducting has been for the development for a new class of ship to overpower a theoretical Xenos invasion by a power far more advanced than our own."
Dread and fear fill his face as he continues reading. Large tables filled with tactical analyses, spatial coordinates, times discovered by the psionic defense network, probable causes, improbable causes, size and lengths of the anomalies fill the next two pages. "According to the scientific data listed above, there's a 3.783% probability another spatial anomaly will appear 5 Mm away Qorsika herself at a latitudinal displacement of 42.56 degrees and longitudinal displacement of
12.52 degrees. Imperial request to send VWAC with highly sensitive Alpha and EM RAD sensor arrays."
He pauses for a moment and focuses on his breathing. He turns to the Yeoman, "Inform Fighter Squadron 4 under my command to go to these coordinates." He takes a notecard and writes down a long series of numbers detailing a 3km³ search area. "Tell them ... we've found some ghosts and our sensors require maintenance."
"Yes, m' lord." The Yeoman salutes walk a few steps back and leave.
Few minutes pass and they sit around staring at their multiple sensor screens until something blips on the EM sensors staying. "See that?"
The squad leader quickly dispatches on the psionic network. "EM signature detected. Several cms across. Curr- Active for 5 seconds."
One of the squad members interrupt. "Several lightweight objects materialized. Nearly undetectable via EM/Alpha. Too much background noise."
"I see- they're... gone?"
Seconds pass as the technicians aboard the sacrosanct responds "Confirmed. 3 Light Seconds away from our position."
Chatter starts to flood the psionic network about nearly undetectable things randomly popping up on various sensor arrays. "Gravimetric sensors detected something entering the low orbit of Her Shield. Confirm?" "LADAR reporting its sensors are curving mere meters above our vessel. Request confirmation of anomaly." "Unknown Menace found on our FTL sensors warping at... by Her name... more than 4 AU a second!"
Lord Admiral Akir, over the psionic network, "Silence! Are there any civilian reports or sightings? This will seriously damage Her Scion's reputation." An awkward silence lingers for several minutes, "No m' lord."
"Await for the EM signature to reappear and disappear again. Whoever sent them will probably want their expensive drones back after all that reconnaissance they've just done. Afterward, we're going into action stations and make combat formation Alpha Two Seven. Then activate tactical cogitators and feed them the reports."
The psionic network fell silent followed by a brief confirmation that everyone has understood their orders. "I know that you've restricted the network to only transmit between military ships within this system," noted one of the lesser admirals, "wouldn't it be prudent to rally the rest of the 1st fleet across the core worlds."
Akir sighs, "No. Since the Inquisition has done its work well enough to make this true we have hours at the minimum instead of months. We cannot wait for them. Hopefully, those drones are unable to intercept our psionic transmission as ... most species are unable to. Yeoman, inform the Inquisitor of our findings. Also give them the recording of our psionic comms over the last minute as further evidence supporting their claims. May She guide us in these dark times."
The yeoman salutes, prints out the information and acquires the recorded evidence and leaves the war room.