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858 - TSF TRAPPIST-1
🕑 Added 2025-03-03 05:04:57 +0000 UTCMars, CENTCOM – System and Monitoring Control Center
If there was a place that could be called the eyes and ears of the empire, it was here. Every sensor, every probe, and every surveillance array deployed across imperial space fed its data into this room, constructing a live picture of the empire’s territories—a real-time pulse of its vast dominion.
A tall, rugged-looking man strode into the room, clad in a full ARES dress uniform. His secretary followed closely, carrying a tablet and wearing a pair of AR glasses. As he reached the railing that separated the entryway from "the pit," where analysts worked at their stations, he wasted no time.
"Any course changes or deviations from our calculations?" he asked.
Under normal circumstances, such a question might have seemed odd—after all, over a million vessels were active across imperial space at any given moment, each represented in the ever-changing data streams. But the analyst below the railing had expected it. Without hesitation, he responded, "None, sir. If conditions remain unchanged, they should rendezvous with the welcoming vessels in approximately six hours."
"Good. Keep me updated," the man replied, already turning on his heel. His secretary followed without a word as they exited, leaving the analyst with no chance to formally acknowledge the new orders.
The analyst, long accustomed to the man's abrupt departures, simply turned back to his workstation, eyes locking onto the highlighted object approaching the solar system. Unlike the countless other vessels tracked within the system, this one stood out—marked in a distinct color, moving at ten times the speed of light, and constantly transmitting a rudimentary, last-generation IFF signal through its warp engine.
This was the fourth time in his career that he had monitored an object of this kind. It was the fourth of the five deep-space exploration fleets dispatched during the empire's early years—this one being the TSF TRAPPIST-1, named after the distant star system it had been sent to explore. Its mission had been one of the most ambitious, second only in distance to one other fleet. Even at its remarkable velocity, the journey to its target had taken nearly four years.
Excitement buzzed through the control center. The return of an exploration fleet was always a momentous occasion, as the previous three had each brought back discoveries of profound significance. One fleet had encountered and fostered an entirely new civilization. Another had uncovered the remnants of an extinct intelligent species, recovering as much of their history and knowledge as possible.
Only TSF Wolf 1061 had returned without finding evidence of life, breaking the empire’s streak of first-contact successes. Yet, even its mission had yielded invaluable data. The materials and scientific insights it had gathered, though less sensational than the discovery of alien civilizations, had nonetheless fueled breakthroughs in material science and numerous other fields.
Now, all eyes were on TSF TRAPPIST-1. Would it return with yet another revelation—or with something even more unexpected?
……………….
While the analysts at CENTCOM kept a close watch on the approaching vessel, another division was working tirelessly to ensure a proper welcome.
{We can consider ourselves ready, sir,} a VI reported to the head of the operation.
The man exhaled, relieved to hear that preparations were on track. Their upcoming task was critical—failure was simply not an option. Both the imperial government and the emperor himself placed immense importance on the returning exploration fleets. Everyone knew how highly the emperor regarded their crews, recognizing the sacrifices they had made—years spent away from their families, isolated from all contact, all in the pursuit of expanding the empire’s knowledge of the universe.
“How long until they arrive and leave the warp bubble?”
{Half an hour, sir,} the VI responded.
The man nodded, stepping toward the large window of his office, which overlooked the vast expanse of space. From here, he could see the direction from which TSF TRAPPIST-1 would be arriving.
“Let’s hope the only interesting thing they bring back is information… or else,” he murmured, leaving the thought unfinished.
His station, one of the massive installations positioned along the outer edges of the Oort Cloud, had a singular purpose—to screen and analyze anything approaching from beyond imperial space before it was allowed into the solar system. Their primary responsibility was to inspect every returning vessel and crew member, ensuring no foreign contaminants—biological, technological, or digital—breached the empire’s borders.
Upon arrival, the entire TSF TRAPPIST-1 crew would undergo mandatory quarantine, their bodies and equipment meticulously examined for any unknown materials. Even the ship’s software would be combed through, despite the unlikelihood of last-generation scanners missing anything. Only after clearing these rigorous inspections would they be transported into the solar system aboard secure escort vessels, while TSF TRAPPIST-1 itself remained in a holding orbit—its fate resting in the emperor’s hands.
………………..
Half an Hour Later
A massive mothership emerged from its warp bubble, expelling a cascade of materials it had accumulated throughout its FTL journey. Each fragment was swiftly intercepted by the enormous shield curtain deployed in advance—a standard procedure for all FTL-capable ships returning to the solar system. The empire had long since embedded strict safety protocols into its warp drives, ensuring that any vessel traveling faster than light would automatically exit warp at a designated safe distance from any imperial star system. This precaution was crucial in preventing catastrophic incidents, particularly scenarios akin to a 9/11-style attack, which would be devastating on an interstellar scale.
“This is Fleet Admiral of the Red, Marco Polo, of the TSF TRAPPIST-1...” The fleet admiral transmitted his greeting the moment he received the AI’s confirmation that communication had been established.
“This is Montoya, captain of the welcoming team. Welcome back. Please drop your shields for capture and tugging to the inspection station.”
Despite the name, the "welcoming team" had little to do with greetings or ceremonies. Their primary function was inspection—ensuring that nothing unexpected slipped through imperial security.
A brief silence followed before the TSF TRAPPIST-1's shields flickered, then gradually dissipated, leaving the enormous vessel fully exposed and ready for capture.
One of the massive oval-shaped ships within the inspection fleet deployed a containment shield, enveloping the mothership entirely. Moments later, a soft yellow glow pulsed from the inspection vessel as it began carefully maneuvering TSF TRAPPIST-1 toward the inspection station.
Once docked, the inspection process would commence—both the ship and its crew would undergo thorough scrutiny. The crew would disembark for quarantine, their first step before gaining access to the imperial network, where they would begin reporting on their exploration. Data offloading would proceed simultaneously but only after a comprehensive security check. Until then, all communications remained restricted to an isolated local network, ensuring that no unverified software or information could compromise imperial systems.
Nevertheless, they were approaching the final stages of their exploration mission, with only a few steps remaining before they could begin their long and well-deserved vacation. The crew aboard the mothership, now being carefully tugged to the inspection station, could feel the anticipation settling in.
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