Here They Come

Ensign Grafton went to his post and started running a tachyon bursts throughout the surrounding area. He waited patiently for the results as Lieutenant Savage approached him. She noticed what he was doing and questioned his actions. "Ensign do you think the Bariens have cloaking devices ?"

"Well according to Captain Devore, Admiral Beard is fighting with them and if I recall, he was one of the strongest supporters of the Federation using one. He also developed a Federation cloaking device still under testing at Utopia Plantia regardless of the Treaty of Argonan." Grafton responded.

Captain Devore turned and gave a good job nod with his head.

"Sir, I found something large about six thousand kilometres off our starboard side, bearing..... No wait they are all over the place."

Devore turned to MacLeod and hoped that that was the remains of the first wave. "Sir, picking it up. It's moving in our direction with five support vessels and close to a hundred and thirty smaller craft. It appears they are scrambling our sensors so we can't tell if it's larger than that or smaller. Sorry sir." MacLeod said.

"On screen." Devore ordered.

Then a large distortion appeared. Momentarily, five Barien warships and group of smaller fighter craft appeared.

"Oh my god," Grafton said to himself.

"All hands. Red Alert. This is no drill. Lieutenant Savage get me the Hellcat and Ronin." Captain Devore yelled. "We're going to need their help."

"May the prophets be with us." Grafton said aloud.