Bretonian Armed Forces Defense Intelligence Staff (DIS) (iRP) (AO)

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Opening report #1 by Ensign Daniel Arthur Haynes, dated March 16th, 818 A.S.

First day on the job, started out with a shiny new Templar in Salisbury. By "shiny and new" I mean "patched up from the last time it broke in the war", of course, but I'm still proud of it. Got a call from Lieutenant Commander Jay Clark about Das Wilde sightings in Omega-3. By the time I got to Cambridge, though, we had reports of Gaians harassing miners in Dublin, so I was sent as recon while the others searched for the aliens. Which were apparently doing nothing. Didn't seem like worth the effort to me, but that's not my call...

When I arrived, it did not take long to locate the Gaians. A pack of three Nature's Last Hope members as well as another Gaian were well within the Graves Asteroid Field, and I shortly found myself staring down two Claymore gunboats... at which point I promptly started pleading for mercy and requesting backup from the forces in Omega-3. They had lost the Wild, and said they had picked up a few strays to tag along.

When they arrived, it was not anything like what I expected... there were a few more of our friendlies than I had thought, and the Gaians turned tail in a hurry. However, amongst our friendlies was Austin Goodman, the fugitive... as he was in our same comm channel, I could not question my superior about his presence. I would have attempted to find a way around this, but then my scanners picked up an enormous energy reading the likes of which I have never seen before.

Phsyically, it was a BHG light fighter- a Sea Serpent. But power radiated from it enough to make my scanners nearly useless. What I did pick up was that it came from two separate sources- one I could not identify, and one consistent with the readings that come off of derelict Nomad power cells. But this one was active.

Communicating with it was difficult... but eventually we got it to recognize us, to some extent. It said something to the effect of wondering if we were its mother... I asked the commander of a nearby destroyer if he had any families aboard, but before he could respond Austin Goodman told the energy source that it's mother was dead. I tried to shut him up, fearing the retribution of such a force, but it was too late- a single volley from its weapons and Goodman's ship evaporated from under him. Such power I have not seen even from our battleships' most deadly weapons...

It seemed to mature significantly after that point, and we attempted to barter with it for the Nomad power cell. However, it simply told us that there would be a contest soon, on April 1st, and that we might acquire such a "toy" should we survive... then it vanished before our eyes without so much as a spatial disruption.

If there are gods in this universe, I think I found one on my first day.

Ensign Daniel Arthur Haynes, signing off.

Report ends.
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