AN: {Huh?} indicated telepathy and Protoss speach. This is the first draft of the beginning of my second attempt at a crossover between these series', it has no connection to Wargames other than in the origin of its universes.
xXx
The thin line between space and hyperspace is something that takes a lot of effort to breach, but with the right equipment the use of hyperspace is a routine activity for capital ships of the Galactic Alliance.
The use of Hyperspace had created and defused wars over the years. It had also been the beginning factor in the largest confrontation in the history of the galaxy.
Ages ago a mysterious race known as the Xel'Naga created at least two seperate races, or at least changed them enough to be unrecognizable in anyway to their forebearers. These two races became the seeds that founded the conflict, the noble Protoss and the savage Zerg.
Amidst the chaos the Xel'naga were nearly driven to extinction by a sneak attack by the Zerg, the remnants seeming to vanish into the void of space leaving scattered relics around the universe
Humanity exiled those who were different during this time, losing several colony ships into the void of hyperspace only for them to emerge far from home and lost.
This also set them between the Zerg and the Protoss they were hunting.
It took nearly a half century before the human exiles, now allied with the Protoss, managed to regain their safety even managing to stave off the forces of Earth in the form of the UED.
But even then the Zerg were not defeated, driven off and held back by the GA forces.
It was in these times that the GA forces began to build up their forces in the hopes of being able to destroy their Zerg enemies. The Thirteenth Fleet was formed from the best technology the GA had from its members, fusing the durability of Terran construction with the powerful shields of the Protoss and the best weaponry both sides had to offer.
It would have been the ultimate weapon for the GA to use against their monsterous enemies, if it had not vanished on a fleet wide jump exercise.
Various theories spread across the datanets of the planets of the alliance, eventually it was discovered that a supernova along the course had damaged the nature of hyperspace along their course for hours, either destroying the fleet with all hands or sending them somewhere else, but where that could be, no one could guess..
...save those aboard the ships as they emerged to real space in another reality.
xXx
High Orbit, Unknown Planet, Unknown System
GA-SBS-98136 Thanatos, flagship of the 13th Fleet
Admiral Alexander Blackwell grimaced as he glanced over the reports before him from the scouts and sensor logs.
It had been rough comming out of hyperspace, but there were no casualties, though there were a handfull of wounded and one ship working on restoring its lower decks after the cargo hatches were broken open by some supplies bashing the controls upon reversion.
The massive variant of the older Leviathan class Battlecruiser with its weapons, armor, and shields upgraded to the extreme along with a size that dwarfed the Battlecruiser class ships. Designated the Hyperion Class Space battleship, the design of the flagship was only outdone by the two Super Carriers based primarily on the older Protoss design but able to carry far more fighters, bombers, and interceptors as well as other various things.
{Adrius' Scout reports multiple, unidentified contacts on sensors,} Thanos, a dark gray protoss officer, stated calmly with the unspoken language of his naturally psionic people, {The ships found seem to be unarmed and seem to be crippled.}
Brushing his goatee absently, the young admiral turned to his compatriot, "Send one of the carriers and two of the Battlecruisers with escort to investigate, do we have any leads on just where the hell we are?"
{Negative,} the other responded with a slight tinge of dissapointment, {It's unusual, some stars seem to match up with out charts while others do not, it is...confusing.}
"Damn," Alexander growled as he tossed the reports onto his desk, "Start a search for a resource base, what we have should let us hold out for a while, but not indefinately."
{Understood.}
"And Thanos," the Admiral stated calmly in his gravely voice while he turned to face his friend, "Make sure the contact team knows to bring at least a few competant Ghosts with him, we may not know the language of the locals."
{I will make sure that is understood,} came the response of the ancient Templar warrior, {Along with the standard scanner presence, we will not be decieved by these beings if thy have had contact with the "Queen Bitch of the Universe"}
"Old friend," the dark eyed human responded with a slight grin, "Was that a joke?"
{I am uncertain how to respond to that,} came the response as the other being walked out.
"So he does have a sense of humor after all," Alexander mused as he took his seat and checked the pot of coffee on his desks heat before pouring a mug of the still warm brew.
xXx
2 hours Later
Bravo Flight, Inbound to Unknowns
Captain Jace "Leo" MacDonalds was a calm man if there ever was one, he wasn't the usual flight leader, but was competant at it. He was a deadly combatant though, focusing on precision in his attacks and his buddies had often joked that he was the only fighter pilot capable of dogfighting fleas without missing a shot.
"Leo," came the almost boistrous tone of Lieutenant Nathan "Preacher" Baldwin, "I can read the name of the nearest of these craft."
"You've got to be kiddin' me Preacher," he responded to his wingman, "Sure it looks familiar, but most human offshoots use something at least vaguely recognizable."
"Sir, it's latin," came the response, "It says Scyllia on it."
"Preacher," came the querying voice of Lieutenant Hannah "Artemis" Hawkins, "Isn't that from one of those books by the idiot from the Simpsons?"
"It's from the Odyssey," came the slightly annoyed voice of Preacher, "And whatever your preference for archaic entertainment, you really ought to know the classics."
"Boss, these ships look nearly gutted," came the slight tone of Lieutenant Jacob "Shepherd" Daniels, "Why the hell would anyone leave these people stranded out here?"
"Don't know," Leo responded with a shrug that could be heard by the other Wraith pilots as he watched the shuttle dock with one of the ships, "Guess our team'll tell us when they get back."
"Sir the one they're on reads as the Charybdis," Preacher stated as they circled the small fleet of ships that seemed to have a habit of using latin.
"Unknown hostile contacts on sensors," came the almost frantic comment by Artemis, "The Tael reports armed fighters armed with nukes on a ballistic course, the arbiter's sensors now report that they have fired."
The brief bursts of Interceptors deploying from the two Carriers as he pondered his next step for an instant, "Alright, take an intercept, prevent a second launch, out people are onboard one of those ships and we're here to keep them safe."
"Understood," came the almost in unison response from all three of his flight.
"Get in close, then decloak and power shields," he ordered calmly, "I don't care if you have to cut shields or transfer from the backup generators, but if these things have nukes, they may have worse and I don't want to have to train a replacement for any of you!"
xXx
The thin line between space and hyperspace is something that takes a lot of effort to breach, but with the right equipment the use of hyperspace is a routine activity for capital ships of the Galactic Alliance.
The use of Hyperspace had created and defused wars over the years. It had also been the beginning factor in the largest confrontation in the history of the galaxy.
Ages ago a mysterious race known as the Xel'Naga created at least two seperate races, or at least changed them enough to be unrecognizable in anyway to their forebearers. These two races became the seeds that founded the conflict, the noble Protoss and the savage Zerg.
Amidst the chaos the Xel'naga were nearly driven to extinction by a sneak attack by the Zerg, the remnants seeming to vanish into the void of space leaving scattered relics around the universe
Humanity exiled those who were different during this time, losing several colony ships into the void of hyperspace only for them to emerge far from home and lost.
This also set them between the Zerg and the Protoss they were hunting.
It took nearly a half century before the human exiles, now allied with the Protoss, managed to regain their safety even managing to stave off the forces of Earth in the form of the UED.
But even then the Zerg were not defeated, driven off and held back by the GA forces.
It was in these times that the GA forces began to build up their forces in the hopes of being able to destroy their Zerg enemies. The Thirteenth Fleet was formed from the best technology the GA had from its members, fusing the durability of Terran construction with the powerful shields of the Protoss and the best weaponry both sides had to offer.
It would have been the ultimate weapon for the GA to use against their monsterous enemies, if it had not vanished on a fleet wide jump exercise.
Various theories spread across the datanets of the planets of the alliance, eventually it was discovered that a supernova along the course had damaged the nature of hyperspace along their course for hours, either destroying the fleet with all hands or sending them somewhere else, but where that could be, no one could guess..
...save those aboard the ships as they emerged to real space in another reality.
xXx
High Orbit, Unknown Planet, Unknown System
GA-SBS-98136 Thanatos, flagship of the 13th Fleet
Admiral Alexander Blackwell grimaced as he glanced over the reports before him from the scouts and sensor logs.
It had been rough comming out of hyperspace, but there were no casualties, though there were a handfull of wounded and one ship working on restoring its lower decks after the cargo hatches were broken open by some supplies bashing the controls upon reversion.
The massive variant of the older Leviathan class Battlecruiser with its weapons, armor, and shields upgraded to the extreme along with a size that dwarfed the Battlecruiser class ships. Designated the Hyperion Class Space battleship, the design of the flagship was only outdone by the two Super Carriers based primarily on the older Protoss design but able to carry far more fighters, bombers, and interceptors as well as other various things.
{Adrius' Scout reports multiple, unidentified contacts on sensors,} Thanos, a dark gray protoss officer, stated calmly with the unspoken language of his naturally psionic people, {The ships found seem to be unarmed and seem to be crippled.}
Brushing his goatee absently, the young admiral turned to his compatriot, "Send one of the carriers and two of the Battlecruisers with escort to investigate, do we have any leads on just where the hell we are?"
{Negative,} the other responded with a slight tinge of dissapointment, {It's unusual, some stars seem to match up with out charts while others do not, it is...confusing.}
"Damn," Alexander growled as he tossed the reports onto his desk, "Start a search for a resource base, what we have should let us hold out for a while, but not indefinately."
{Understood.}
"And Thanos," the Admiral stated calmly in his gravely voice while he turned to face his friend, "Make sure the contact team knows to bring at least a few competant Ghosts with him, we may not know the language of the locals."
{I will make sure that is understood,} came the response of the ancient Templar warrior, {Along with the standard scanner presence, we will not be decieved by these beings if thy have had contact with the "Queen Bitch of the Universe"}
"Old friend," the dark eyed human responded with a slight grin, "Was that a joke?"
{I am uncertain how to respond to that,} came the response as the other being walked out.
"So he does have a sense of humor after all," Alexander mused as he took his seat and checked the pot of coffee on his desks heat before pouring a mug of the still warm brew.
xXx
2 hours Later
Bravo Flight, Inbound to Unknowns
Captain Jace "Leo" MacDonalds was a calm man if there ever was one, he wasn't the usual flight leader, but was competant at it. He was a deadly combatant though, focusing on precision in his attacks and his buddies had often joked that he was the only fighter pilot capable of dogfighting fleas without missing a shot.
"Leo," came the almost boistrous tone of Lieutenant Nathan "Preacher" Baldwin, "I can read the name of the nearest of these craft."
"You've got to be kiddin' me Preacher," he responded to his wingman, "Sure it looks familiar, but most human offshoots use something at least vaguely recognizable."
"Sir, it's latin," came the response, "It says Scyllia on it."
"Preacher," came the querying voice of Lieutenant Hannah "Artemis" Hawkins, "Isn't that from one of those books by the idiot from the Simpsons?"
"It's from the Odyssey," came the slightly annoyed voice of Preacher, "And whatever your preference for archaic entertainment, you really ought to know the classics."
"Boss, these ships look nearly gutted," came the slight tone of Lieutenant Jacob "Shepherd" Daniels, "Why the hell would anyone leave these people stranded out here?"
"Don't know," Leo responded with a shrug that could be heard by the other Wraith pilots as he watched the shuttle dock with one of the ships, "Guess our team'll tell us when they get back."
"Sir the one they're on reads as the Charybdis," Preacher stated as they circled the small fleet of ships that seemed to have a habit of using latin.
"Unknown hostile contacts on sensors," came the almost frantic comment by Artemis, "The Tael reports armed fighters armed with nukes on a ballistic course, the arbiter's sensors now report that they have fired."
The brief bursts of Interceptors deploying from the two Carriers as he pondered his next step for an instant, "Alright, take an intercept, prevent a second launch, out people are onboard one of those ships and we're here to keep them safe."
"Understood," came the almost in unison response from all three of his flight.
"Get in close, then decloak and power shields," he ordered calmly, "I don't care if you have to cut shields or transfer from the backup generators, but if these things have nukes, they may have worse and I don't want to have to train a replacement for any of you!"