C'ran Oberum Costaro Milita's Story

Space flew past, start swirling, expanding, collapsing, a massive kaleidoscope of light to be enjoyed as long as the trip lasted. Space folded, unfolded, then folded again in endless sequence, propelling the Argonez forward in massive leaps covering hundreds of light years. Such an interesting way of travel they had developed for themselves, though Marek Sen. Sitting on the bridge of the ship as it sped towards its destination, he considered what could have been different. With their travel, space could still be enjoyed despite venturing beyond the "normal" laws of physics. Smiling softly, he started as a small beep sounded in his hear. It would not do for the High Lord of the Extranus to be surprised, especially with what he was about to encounter. C'ra had been lost among the stars for millenia, cut off from contact with the outside. Why? He did not know, but it was finally time to explore the galaxy and the secrets it had to hold. Activating the transponder mentally he asked, "What is it?"

"We are almost at the destination, sir. What are your thoughts on procedure?" chimed in the voice of the ship-board AI, Petra. He had designed her himself. She was his pride and joy alongside the MRD.

Smiling to himself, he chuckled. "Let's throw them a party, Petra. At least if we die, we'll have some nice and toasty champagne."

Laughing softly, Petra signed off. At the command consoles, one of the crew men deactivated the anti-space drive. Such strangeness, using people to run ships when AI could do the job much more efficiently. But they didn't provide the same company. As the stars came back to their natural state, Marek gazed upon the planet they had arrived at. Thriving, it would seem. Hopefully they would be accepting of someone popping in.

Opening an open-broadcast to everyone in the vicinity of the planet, Marek announced, "Greetings people of this planet. My name is Marek Sen, representative of the C'ran people. We have come to establish communications with your nation or nations and await your response." Cutting off the transmission, he sat back to wait.

Jay Null opens his comms, reaching out to the vessel he notices off his bow.

Is everything okay out there? Do you need a terrestrial assist?

he asked inquisitively.

Outside of orbit around the planet Terra.

A medium-sized ship, shaped like a triangle with a blunted end, moves slowly towards Terra and the space station above it. The shape and size of this ship may have been seen before, but this one in particular has never been witnessed by any Terran, or as a matter of fact, any species or beings besides the ones who had made it. If they were able to trace it's origins, then it would point to an unexplored area known generally as RA-619, and even more specifically the Glendathu system. The doesn't seem to be armed, and a scan for life would only turn up three humanoid beings.

The ship made no advances of any sort towards the planet or the station, and seemed to just be there. Watching. Peaceful, it seemed, and the crew had no intentions of attacking. But they were truly awestruck. In front of them was a culture, a sophisticated one, unseen to any of their people, and they didn't know how to feel about it. They were just awaiting orders at this point.

Jay Null shrugged and closed the comms. The traffic in the Terran orbital was bustling as usual, an economic boom brought on by the prolonged period of peace. Alas, he knew the endless waltz of history, and had work to do.

Tapping a few buttons on his console, he maneuvered down towards Wing City Spaceport, leaving a faint thruster trail in his wake.

Meteor appeared as a small flicker in the sky

Meteor zoomed out and away, a twinkle in the sky.

Professor G spotted the shooting star from his view out the station window, and gave an exasperated sigh.

What's this, another Gundam?

he opined, wondering if his cohorts thought the same.

Master O nodded in agreement.

Very well. I'll tell the others.

he said, before grabbing his coat from the rack and departing for the docking bay.

Meanwhile, a Gundam truly had breached the atmosphere and entered Terra's lower orbit, coming from Wing City. It was an old AEU-09 AEU Enact Space Type from long ago. As it ascended, it transformed into it's space-faring flight mode shape.

The name of the Gundam was Sol Senshi- and nobody was supposed to be operating it. It had been refurbished for unknown to the public purposes and locked down, hiding in plain sight in Wing City Spaceport.

Who was even operating it?

Whoever they were, they were certainly a criminal now.