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**Leo** · 04-05-2009, 05:40 AM,

OOC Note: This story was originally written by me, but somewhere along the line, it went astray and fell away from what I wanted it to. Please keep in mind that this story does NOT follow the Discovery timeline completely. The story is that of more than 500 years in the future. Any PM's requesting that the story be changed, will be ignored. Please enjoy the read.

For those interested in the original story, the link is here.

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Omicron Eta System
1377 A.S
62 years after the arrival of "The Menace"

"Sir! We've lost FTL drives!" screamed an officer from the front of the bridge. Sparks flew from the bulkheads as another volley of enemy fire struck the ships hull.

"Switch to backups!" yelled an officer from another comm station.

"They're down too!"

"Weapons! Throw me a bone here Anya!"

"We've got minimal weapons, not enough to do any lasting damage to their warships!...we're picking up the Suramar on long range sensors! They've entered the system and engaging the enemy!"

"Thank the gods. Get those systems back up and working while we have a few seconds to get our minds straight. Make sure the temporal shields are holding against the enemy! And get those FTL's back up and running NOW!"

A chours of yes sir's echoed across the bridge as the commanding officer on the bridge looked at the radar system with the hundreds of red dots across the screen now turning most of their attention to the Suramar who just entered the system. History said this was once an old battleground between the forces of the Outcasts and Corsairs, two groups now long forgotten. The inner systems had become overrun with the Nomads and their masters who returned to Sirius to find mankind. In their fury, they destroyed the bulk of the House systems. Ripped them to shreds, destroyed every non-nomad creature and structure. The elders still surviving outside of Sirius remember those days.

The admiral remembered the stories. The stories of the planets being bombarded with anti-matter weaponry, killing millions. Mankind was on the brink of extinction. But somehow...they survived, all of mankind managed to leave their homes as they had Sol, and a new era had begun, the era of survival. Once again mankind had managed to unite under ultimate destruction and annilhation and form the bond they had so many times in the past. In a brave final battle under a ragtag group of Navy, Rogues, and other criminal gangs, they held off what mankind became to be known as "The Menace", until the new sleeper ships could escape New York and jump to hyperspace.

They died that day, protecting the lives that the admiral and his crew now enjoyed, fighting the creatures that called themselves the Nomad's creators. Mankind thought the Nomads were bad, but they didn't have any idea. They didn't know the meaning of the word POWER that these creatures weilded. They could create matter from nothing, they were smart, infinitly strong. They made their creations even stronger than ever before.

He remembered the videos that existed on the still existing, but fragmented, Neural Nets. The videos of Manhattan being seiged by the Menace. The fear in people's eyes, the bravery in others as they stood up to the monsters. He still remembered the look of the Menace. 8 foot tall, in hav-suits. Monsterous creatures, murdering mankind as if they were no more than tinker toys.

The ship shaking brought him back to reality.

"Report!" he said.

"FTL's are back up. So are the temporal jumpdrives. Your orders sir?"

"Jump us back to the colony. Get us out of here. Inform Commander Jackson we are jumping and to follow suit."

"Yes sir. Jumping."

The space on the ship distorted...and they jumped.

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