Trantor research ship: Cold Case.

Location: Outer Rim, nearby UCON space on a routine space cleanup and scanning mission

Several unknown ships are gathering near the center of UCON space, eh captain?" The man laughed, as his old ship, an antimatter driven vessel, took further scans, making sure not to intrude on the UCON space. "How goes Project ATD, by the way?" Not good. Apparently, that crazy paper about Subspace is right, but the Sunday Profit Can't handle it. We'll have to pick up the crew. They claim that his subspace though.. could change the way we think about space travel.

The captain moved the cigar from his mouth,turning towards the temporary gateway. "Wha the hell could UCON be doing? Trantor sent us to simply scan, but what kind of mission could it be..."

The older ship jumped in, its drive like nothing the captain had seen before. The machine was functionality wrecked, but the seeds were still intact. Each seed was a small pebble, which would be sent in space, slowly gathering speed. "So, begun another War has", he muttered, as the seeds, rocks, and other articles of space junk started to rain down towards the UCON home star, the quarter of a light year's distance soon covered in the nation's borders, as more of the odd Junklayer ships jumped in, the odd fleet preparing to besiege the small planetary in common space junk. "Time to Fleet arrivals?" ::The captain asked, as the entire gate seemed to creak, the shortcut between systems allowing for thousands of ships to cross space in an instant.

There was going to be hell to pay, blood would flow, as the ships prepared to launch, Haifa's entire output making war shios, and invading machines. There would be pain...

Sensors, trackers, drones, and unmanned vessels were going off the chain. Hundreds of chunks of useless metal rushed past UCON border-lines, in an instant, the Confederated Armed Forces was mobilized. A group of vessels were prepared on the nearest inhabited planet of Cooper, dwelling within the gravity well of the slowly rotating planet. Several "Atea" class Frigates prepared their engines as well as their weapons, and hailed the Trantorian vessels; which appeared to be nothing more than a simple junker.

A single message was sent to the nearby Trantor ship.

"Trantor vessels, you have illegally placed yourself in UCON space. We ask you to identify, power down, and prepare to be escorted by allied UCON ships out of the area."