Time ticked by, and eventually the crew would rotate. As the sensors logged information, the officers would have time to relax and unwind after their tense first day over the planet. This routine would continue for almost two days, before on the third day...<br/><br/>"RED ALERT. ALL HANDS TO DUTY STATIONS. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. RED ALERT. ALL HANDS TO DUTY STATIONS."<br/><br/>On the tactical display came a worrying sight. From the edge of the system, a small fleet of sixteen vessels was approaching. They were slow, only making 0.1c as they moved in, but they were definitely heading towards the planet. Each one was more or less cylindrical, with their warp nacelles being small protrusions from either side of their hull. Seven of them were small, just over 60 meters in length, but the largest vessel was just shy of 230 meters. Compared to the Victoria, they were primitive designs, but their intent was obvious as they moved in, flying in a defensive formation.<br/><br/>Captain Galven arrived on the bridge, her hair slightly unkept as she had likely been asleep when the alert sounded. She didn't go to her chair immediately but instead went to Tactical instead. "<strong>What have we got?</strong>"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fleet Compliment</div><div class="spoiler_body"><tt class="bbc_tt">Type 1 (11 total)<br/>Length: 61.79m<br/>Beam: 17.16m<br/>Draft: 18.43m<br/>Compliment: 20<br/>Weapons: 2x missile launchers, 2x fixed lasers<br/>Velocity: wf2.5<br/><br/>Type 2 (4 total)<br/>Length: 116.85m<br/>Beam: 87.19m<br/>Draft: 61.22m<br/>Compliment: 368<br/>Weapons: 6x missile launchers, 2x laser cannon turrets<br/>Velocity: wf3.0<br/><br/>Type 3 (1 total)<br/>Length: 226.89m<br/>Beam: 132.48m<br/>Draft: 70.46m<br/>Compliment: 1320<br/>Weapons: 1x rapid fire missile launcher, 8x missile launchers, 1x drop bay, 2x laser cannon turrets, 1x heavy laser cannon turret<br/>Velocity: wf3.1</tt></div></div>