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The UNSC Ship: Silver Lining is on a long range scout and recon mission when it find a mysterious space-time rupture in the edge of the third spiral arm. Not waiting for further orders from ONI, the captain, Jacob Mitchell, a decorated science officer, sends out several probes. The probes reveal that there is another side, totally intact with several planets in slipspace distance. Against advisement from the Senior Officers, Mitchell enters the first naturally form wormhole discovered by the UNSC.
There have been no further transmissions from Mitchell or anyone else aboard The Silver Lining. Several rules have been set into place by ONI dubbed "The Mitchell Protocol" Stating that all wormholes must be cataloged, and assessed for future escape and reference.The Silver Lining has not been seen.
"Damn it!' screamed commander G'ers Uri-Labre "My coffee is tepid again,"
"Perhaps it would be advisable if we reheat it, sir?" replied a hapless protocol droid
"Yes I realized that you stupid bag of bolts!"
"I will reheat it then, sir!"
"Don't call me sir!"
"Yes . . . commander!"
"Sir"
"WHAT. . . NOW?" G'ers screamed at the Trade Federation Battle Droid
"A ship is coming out of hyperspace right next the planet Geonosis' third moon"
"Lock on prepare to hail,"
Just then, klaxons started blaring all over the ship.
"Shields are down, attempting to reroute power!"
"what happened?"
"The ship came out of Hyperspace Violently, it destroyed our shields, and caused a small damage to or main fusion batteries!"
"Hail them, I'm making them pay for this!"
"Ensign, report" yelled Mitchell
"We've arrived at the first Colony-stable planet - but it looks like someone else got here first!"
"Aliens don't scare me, commander"
"They were in our blast radius, sir!" the Ensign replied,"The only reason they didn't explode. . ."
"Covenant Shield technology" said the commanding Elite
"This stuff looks like it predates the Forerunners by almost 23,000 years,"
"The wormhole sent us through space and time?"
"Precisely, sir"
"Sir, I'm getting a semi-encrypted message, Hex Code in an Alien dialect"
"Can you decode it?"
"No, sir"
"They have failed to respond to our multiple messages,"
"Launch fighters," said G'ers "I have a bad feeling about this. . ."
"Prepare an escort of four droidekas for me, and set up a perimeter defense in the cargo bay. We'll make short work of these fools!"
"Roger, roger"
"They're launching fighters, sir!"
"They could be ambassadorial craft, don't fire"
"They're firing on us, all plasma weapons, minor thermal damage"
"That's it, FULL ALERT, BATTLE STATIONS!" yelled Mitchell over the commotion "Gunnery, fire M/AIM 8 missiles, target the fighter's power supplies"
"It's done"
"Helm, bring us about, full up, Rich Nukes in the Orion drive, I want to catch them below us!"
"They're firing thrusters, what now?"
"Fire the MAC Cannon!"
"I got shields up to two percent, Sir!"
"Go give yourself a commendation" the commander said sarcastically"
"Yes, sir" said the ultra-literal droid
"Not, really"
"Yes, sir!"
"Oh, go to HELL!" whined the commander
"Straightaway sir!"
"Just shut up!"
"Ye-"
"I SAID SHUT UP!"
"Sir the enemy ship it's -"
"I know, I know, gone - and good riddance, to"
"- above us"
A tremor traveled through the ship at a fraction of the speed of light, spearing strait through.
"Oh, no!" yelled G'ers "get the fighters back onto the enemy ship"
"The fighters are gone, sir!'
"When were they destroyed?"
"When I gave myself the commendation, sir!"
"We are now being boarded"
"How, I protected the cargo bay, HOW are we being boarded?!?"
"Violently"