Alliance Central Access Network
Presents: Insurgence
A Generation 2498 Story by our very own LtnNelson@aol.com
ACAN v 1.0
INSURGENCEIn Production throughout the year 2001.
Prologue
AWS Ottoman- Captain's Ready Room
Two middle-aged Seganian males sat in synthleather chairs, gazing out the viewport. The ready room was decorated as most Segan turned Alliance ships are. The center of the room stood a fine oak desk, refinished into a very brilliant shade of brown; the tables aligned next to each other were the same. Plants from across the Monarchy sat in each corner giving some color to the somewhat drab room. The glossy glass case displayed many of the men's achievements over the past 25 years in the navy. The ready room had not changed since the ship was commissioned some seven years ago.
One of the men was tall, sort of stout, and had a thin blanket of gray hair on his head. His Captain's uniform had been well earned, along with his gray hairs. The other man was a few years younger, mid-sized and muscular. He was the executive officer, the Captain's right hand man. The two had been through a lot, and their loyalty would be tested to the extreme now.
"Are you sure this is the right thing to do, sir?" asked the XO inquisitively. A slight grimace animated his Captain's face as he answered
"I won't tell you again...we are doing this for every man, woman, and child out there. This is the LAST time we are screwed around with!" The XO took a deep breath in, regaining his courage. He picked up a PADD and handed it to the Captain.
"Sir, this arrived from our Psych Corps. They see no opposition and no countermeasures on their part. We are free to act accordingly." The Captain smiled with delight...it was his time to shine now!
He walked to his computer console and opened a ship-wide comm, "My loyal crew, I wish to speak to you about what we are about to accomplish! For too long have we been ignored, for too long we have died for a cause that is not our own. We all have decided to take matters into our OWN hands. We will mold society into our way of thinking we will be the trailblazers and prove to the universe what we have known for so long. I wish you luck...and may the Quadaz be with us."
The XO smiled and nodded as the Captain shut the comm off. "Very nicely put, sir. I shall notify our forces and prepare for the assault." The Captain handed him his authorization in the form of a PADD
"Let us show them what we are made of."
The pilot gave the thumbs up to the flight officer as he sped off into space. His co-pilot was busy in the back confirming that they were emitting the doctored IFF codes, and not their own. By then the fighter had been refitted with a holographic device that cloaked the ship and projected an image of another ship in its place. The complex array of sensors and jamming devices fooled any sensor into believing it was indeed the masked shape. The pilot maneuvered his ship into formation with the 11 others as they headed toward the convoy. The wing commander gave the green light as the formation broke up and headed for their targets.
"Convoy...we are escaping attack by the Alliance of Incorporated Worlds, we request assistance immediately!" said the wing commander. He smiled at his performance; glad he practiced that one line so many times. The convoy responded quickly
"Permission granted, enter formation with our frigate and we will protect you." Their fate was sealed. The masked ships got within 100 meters of their targets when they unmasked themselves. Several plasma bursts and
tri-quantum torpedoes fired within milliseconds...smashing into the convoy before they could even detect it on their sensors. The convoy of 1 frigate, two destroyers, and nine merchant ships were destroyed instantly. The 12 pilots were laughing sinisterly as they masked their ships once again, and entered transwarp.