Date: 10/25/19R-0002

Admiral level document AXQ4; Admiral Thomas Mc’Ortley

(Warning Classified uncensored data inside)

“Summarized” Please read the full document when there is time available.

This document contains information about the GearFive Fleet. (Galactic Exploration And Reconnaissance/ GEAR.) The 50th largest U.F.A fleet remaining after then end of the war. It consists of 50,207 heavy class ships, 6,482 light class ships, 800,000 Mechas, 450000 misc., and 486 million personnel.

This fleet has been commissioned at the end of the war, designated with the sole purpose of exploring distant galaxies, as well as looking for any potential threats to the U.F.A and those under its protection.

Most of the ships included in GearFive’s Fleet are ones that have either been recommissioned and repaired or have been constructed within the past 14 months. New generations of Heavy class star ships are to be treated carefully and no unusual actions should be taken unless in an emergency.

If an emergency does arise that jeopardizes the previous statement, a complete record must be filed and documented. In the event that a Heavy class star ship is to be lost, and not enough information is recorded as to the cause, or the information is lacking in crucial details, the fleet admiral will be held directly responsible.

Of the 486 million personnel that make up the crew of GearFive, 120 million are U.F.A Marines, 200 million are engineers and miscellaneous ship personnel. The 140 million are essential crew. 250 thousand are classified as non-essential personnel and 24.75 million are U.F.A Soldiers. This deployment, of Soldiers, has been estimated to be around an 89th of the remaining Soldiers alive and or active.

Due to the new PeaceTime Accords, many military assets are now being put under the lens of the U.F.A government. As of 10/8/19R-0002, debates are still going on as to whether or not new Soldiers are to be created and trained, or if the program should be put on ice, or shut down indefinitely. As such, requests for more soldiers will currently be both logged and denied until further notice. Please check pages 10483-12496 for more information on the requisition of more military personnel.

Mecha development has had significant funding added, and new and improved Mechas have been supplied to GearFive for testing purposes only. Any usage of the newer class Mechas must be cleared by military personnel with level ABA1 status. If usage is cleared, all run time information must be recorded and sent back to U.F.A servers for evaluation.

All unauthorized usage must be documented. Falsification of any documents will lead to the immediate termination of any Mecha deployments. However multiple accounts of unauthorized usage will only result in the termination of GearFive’s Vanguard testing until acceptable reasons have been given.

Along with Atlas Class Mechas, the new Vanguard Class Mechas have had more funding than other projects, as of 5/03/19R-0001, as a direct order from {REDACTED}. Orders have also been given to give Vanguard technology to older Mechas until such time as the new Vanguard Mechas have been fully implemented into the standard military. The GearFive fleet has been given one operational Atlas class Mecha for emergencies only.

Mission Statement

GearFive’s current mission is to travel through Galaxy 16, the last closest galaxy in the Soul Cluster. After traversing through Galaxy 16, and having acquired the Inter-dimensional Relay that is located on the planet Calavore V, GearFive is to start the estimated 1500-year journey to Galaxy 17, AKA: Ignotum Stellas.

Due to insufficient data around Stellas, GearFive is to be escorted by The Suppression Fleet until an Inter-dimensional Relay has been established in Ignotum Stellas.

The 5th Suppression Fleet is to be dispatched, all other fleets are to remain on standby for the duration. Any request for additional information regarding the other Suppression Fleets will be regarded as an act of high treason.

Due to the nature of this document’s particular access level, this information should be the first time you have heard of multiple Suppression Fleets, if it is not, you are to immediately report where and when you were made aware of this information. All information regarding the other fleets will be made available once GearFive has completed its mission.

After the fleet has determined a suitable location for the Inter-dimensional Relay it is to be deployed. After the Inter-dimensional Relay has been deployed, the construction of The Galiant Repressor space station is to begin.

Estimated time for completion of the assigned tasks is 2,000 years at minimum, and 3000 years at maximum. If the U.F.A is not able to get in contact with GearFive by the 3,000-year mark, the mission will be deemed a failure and no further fleets will be deployed to the galaxy for 500 years, or until the information has been gathered as to the current state of the fleet. Further action will be decided upon by that time.

After you have read the summary as well as read the full, or plan to read the full report, please report to the Trivictian Sector in Galaxy 12. Note: Your position will be as the Lead Admiral of the above-mentioned Fleet. Questions of pay, benefits, and other misc. questions will be answered in the last 5500 pages of the full report. If you have any further questions that are not answered by the document please contact the U.F.A Government and not the U.F.A Military.

Inside a somewhat large room, there was a single bed against a wall, a metal desk and chair, and a large holographic screen that was currently dimmed. The only sound in the room was faint breathing and the sound of a fan. The room was very plain, with only a few minute details in the form of a rather oddly shaped plant with orange leaves, along with 4 picture frames.

Two of the picture frames held sheets of paper that were addressed as military achievements. The other two were pictures of what appeared to be a family of 5 in one, and a graduation photo with a caption and multiple written notes in the corner:

“The 255th Class of Graduated Admirals,18R 4/27/8345”

“Never thought you’d make it!”

“Congratulations Thomas!”

“See you on the battlefield”

On the bed, itself was a human man reading from a holopad. His face was full of color, with very few imperfections. His hair was a light brown with a few hints of silver. He had large darkened bags under his green eyes, indicating a lack of sleep. He was currently sitting down on the thin black cloth that made up the entirety of the “sheets” on the bed.

The man, known as Thomas, dragged his eyes down the page, and the screen seemed to follow along with his pace. Every time he got close to the bottom, the page would scroll up. The page number was “2,721,455”, and the title of the paragraph was labeled “Pay and Benefits”.

Thomas let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose before moving one hand away from the pad, and over to the desk on his left. He then picked up a remote that was sitting on it and proceeded to point it at the large HoloScreen on the wall.

With a click of a button on the side, the hologram was now showing what appeared to be a schedule. There were numerous bullet points in a very long list, and only 3 were crossed out so far.

He got up off the bed and quickly stretched his arms and then proceeded to crack his back. He then let out a sigh of relief as he turned his attention back to the desk. On it was a hardcover book titled “Admirals Guide to the 6th Reformation”. Just as he was about to pick the book up a metallic beep filled the room.

The door’s control panel, which was green, lit up yellow, indicating that someone was outside of his door. He looked over to the door at called out.

“It's open.”

As soon as he said that the door then chimed again and the panel lit up blue, resulting in the door being pulled into the side of the wall. Standing in the door frame was a tall human man, standing around 7ft tall. The doorway, however, was 10ft tall, easily accommodating the man.

He was wearing a grey suit, with a pin on the left side of his chest that depicted one large shooting star and smaller comets trailing behind it. His face was rough and jagged: brown eyes, dark black hair, and a scar running along his left ear to the center of his forehead. He then quickly brought up his hand and saluted Thomas.

“Sir! I was told to inform you, directly, that Admiral Cal’Vrose of the GearFour fleet will be on board at 1100 hours.” As soon as he finished speaking he brought his arm back down to his side.

“Ohh great, just great,” Thomas muttered to himself, causing the person in front of him to tilt his head in confusion.

“Uh what was that sir?”

“Nothing, it was nothing.” He let out a short sigh before continuing. “Did he say where he wanted to meet?”

“Sorry sir, but I don’t know. I told you all that I was told.”

“Right well then thank you...”He trailed off and when the officer didn’t move Thomas rolled his eyes in his head. “You’re dismissed.”

“Sir!” He saluted and then turned around and proceeded to walk down the corridor with two other officers who were waiting for him.

Thomas spun around on his heels and walked over to the HoloScreen. He then waved his hand in front of it and the page scrolled down. He kept scrolling until the schedule showed 1100. He waved his hand from the left to right and a new holographic image displayed in the form of a keyboard with around 300 keys with various symbols.

He selected the 1100 box and typed in “Meeting with Admiral Cal’Vrose.” Once he was finished, he moved over to the bed where he left the remote for the HoloScreen and turned it off. He walked over to the desk and picked up both his book and Holopad.

He walked over to the door and pressed his hand on the screen and the color switched to blue, and then to orange signaling it would lock behind him. He walked on through the door and into the 13ft tall, steel grey, octagonal hallway.

For being a corridor on a spaceship, it was very bright. The lights were placed along all 8 sides of the corridor and not a single light seemed out of place. It also gave a very calm and neat impression. With only a few interactive panels scattered throughout the hallway, it was relatively smooth. At the far end of the corridor, at least 40 meters away, there was a “T” junction with a large dark silver bulkhead that was just closing as the three officers turned left and disappeared out of sight.

He continued to walk down the hall and glanced down at his holopad.

“Lead Admiral? What a fucking joke.” His grip tightened on the book in his other hand and turned a corner. “More like political pawn. I swear. Ever since the end of the war the Gov has just been pulling more and more shit like this.” He shook his head and approached a closed doorway.

He pressed a button on a small console on the wall which resulted in a chime. A quick burst of air and a humming noise were heard and then the doors opened. He stepped into the open room, which turned out to actually be an elevator.

“Computer” He said while looking at the screen on the wall. “Level-” He was cut off by a computerized voice.

“Gracie”

“Forty...nine?” He looked at the screen with a look of utter confusion. “What?”

“My name. I’m not ‘Computer’” The female robotic voice spoke with venom.

“R-Right.” He looked uncomfortably around the elevator. “Sorry. Umm l-level 49” He said with a nervous smile.

The elevator didn’t move.

“Please?” He added.

Finally the doors shut and the elevator started moving. The only sound that came after that was a ‘hmph’. After about 20 seconds of awkward silence the door chimed again and it opened.

He walked on through the open doors and got a few feet away from the door before he turned around.

“Eh...Listen I’m sor-” The doors to the elevator closed and it went off to some other level. “Right. TuhTuhTuh” He rubbed his face in agony before turning back around and proceeded to walk down the corridor.

He walked for about five minutes before he finally came to a stop at an open doorway. The sign above it was written in a strange language, but under it was a translation that said ‘Cafeteria’.

The room was easily the size of two football fields, and it was nearly packed full of people. The majority of the people were human, with some exceptions such as the Garvolans. The look human, but instead of skin they are covered in scales. There were only three in total, and they made up the species diversity in the room.

He walked down the ramp and towards the lunch line. He stood patiently in the back of the line tapping his foot on the metal floor. He brought up his holopad and started looking over his schedule once more. He had memorized it already, but he kept checking over it, his nervousness getting the best of him.

He was barely paying any attention and was unconsciously moving with the line until finally someone cleared their throat, startling him.

“So what’ll it be today” The chef asked him. The chef was wearing an old pre-reformation, 21st century chef outfit.

“Really going for the classic vibe aren’t ya?” Thomas joked to him before looking at the menu.

“Gotta keep the classics alive man. May I make a suggestion?” He asked Thomas.

“Chef’s suggestion? I’d be a fool to deny it” He said with a laugh.

“Heh, yes you would. I personally suggest the Roysian Steak. It may not seem like a breakfast food, but trust me it’ll get you going.” He said while handing him the dinner menu.

He looked over the ingredients and price. After looking it all over, he nodded. “Sounds great, I’ll take that for here then.” He pulled took out a card from his back pocket and proceeded to swipe the card across the pay screen.

“Annnd paid” The chef spoke before calling out the order. He turned back around and handed him a metal cup. “I’ll have that out for you in just a minute, drinks are over to the right”

“Thanks” Thomas said, as he moved off to the side to allow another customer to order.
He walked over to the drink dispenser and selected the water option and filled his cup. He then heard his order called out, and walked over to the waiter.

“Here you go Admiral, have a nice day” The woman smiled and went back behind the counter.

Thomas’s stomach grumbled as he walked over to an empty table to sit down at. ‘Gods I haven’t eaten anything in a whole month’ He thought to himself. He grabbed the fork off of his tray when he heard someone sitting down across from him.

“Sup Thomas. Isn’t it a little early for steak?” The man asked.

“Well. Well. Well. If it isn’t my least favorite marine. Harrison.” He joked to him as he used a knife to cut off a piece of the steak and started to eat. ‘And besides time is irrelevant in space’ He thought to himself.

“Oh yeah? If I’m your least favorite why did you select me to be on your ship?” He asked as he bit into what appeared to be a purple apple.

Thomas shot him an annoyed look before swallowing. “I didn’t select YOU, I selected your battalion. You just happened to be apart of the battalion I chose.” Thomas waved his fork around to help explain his point. “And quite frankly, you bring down the curve”.

“Ouch, words hurt dude.” He placed his hand over his heart. He then looked over at the book that was on the table. “Watcha reading?” He leaned over to read the title. “Admirals Guide to the 6th Reformation?” He raised an eyebrow before he sat back down in his seat before taking another bite of the purple fruit.

Thomas sighed before looking over to the book. “Yeah, unfortunately I have to read about 30 more of these” He said with a flick of his wrist.

“Why’s that?”

“Well due to certain events that were taking place at the time of my training, they had to skip a lot of the history lessons.” Thomas then grabbed his cup and started drinking. “Fucking government” He muttered under his breath after putting his cup back down.

“Huh. Well is it any good at least? I mean, I haven’t seen a hardcover book in a while. So I’d assume that anything that’s hardcover would be worth it right?” He finished eating his food and then threw the core of the fruit into the nearest trash can. He then proceeded to pull out a second one from a bag he had with him.

“Hmm, well…” Thomas placed his silverware down and wiped his hands off. “Did you know in the 6th reformation that reactors cores could be jettisoned remotely?” Thomas asked before he went back to finishing his steak.

“Wait...Isn’t that a normal function?”

“Yeah it is, though nobody informed the admirals back then, so imagine their surprise when one of them accidentally jettisoned their main core in the middle of a jump” Thomas said with a smile as he saw the look of confusion turned into a look of horror.

“Oh dear gods! They didn’t know?” He practically shouted, causing a few people to glance at them.

“Nope, the engineers never even told the military, nor did they put it in the manual.” He took another drink from his glass. “Morale of the story. Don’t push random fucking buttons.” Thomas said with a laugh.

Then they both started laughing together. This caused even more people to stop what they were doing to stare at the two in annoyance.

“Whe-haha-well were they alright at least?” Harrison asked.

Thomas’s face immediately turned dark as he stopped laughing and just stared at him.

“Oh…”He trailed off.

“Nah just messing with you” He shrugged. “ They lived. Ended up scaring the hell out of everyone on board though”

“Asshole” Harrison shook his head and stood up. “Well it was great talking to you, Lead Admiral.”

Thomas stood up as well and gave him a disgusted look. “Yeah yeah yeah, whatever” Harrison just laughed in response. Thomas grabbed his tray and turned around for a few seconds before turning back around. “Hey Harrison!” He shouted out.

“Hmm? Yeah?” He turned with a questioning look.

“What’s up with the computer?”

“The computer?” He muttered. “You mean Gracie?” Harrison asked.

Thomas just closed his eyes and turned around walking towards the tray rack. He let out a hiss of frustration which eventually turned into a word.

“Fuck me…”

All of the ships in the fleet moved around doing final checks and getting into their proper positions. Transport ships moved cargo and personnel to and from ships at a steady rate, and a constant flow of chatter between all the ships signaled that they were almost ready to leave. Some of the ships that were currently under maintenance, they had parts ranging from satellites, relays, weapons, and shields being repaired and worked on.

The planet the fleet stayed close to was a lush green and blue world, holding oceans large enough to swallow its largest moon. Theristole is a military shipyard world, home to millions of ships, vehicles, and military personnel. It was midnight on this side of the planet, and the few cities that were built on the surface of the planet could be seen due to its hundreds of lights and seemed as though they were small constellations of stars on the planet itself.

On the other side of the planet, near one of its three moons, six large ships moved towards the fleet. They carried with them a sense of dread and fear that was seemingly second to none. The Suppression Fleet, the planetary enforcers as they are called by the people of the U.F.A. These six ships were armed with the most controversial weapons to be constructed, the Galactic Suppression Cannons. Each ship was armed with three of these cannons, and with a volley of 13 shots (two from five, and three from one) they could destroy an average-sized planet. They were only ever used in extreme circumstances and were debated widely as to whether or not they were ethical to be used at all.

These ships normally stayed close to Atlas and were its guardians since the last battle of Atlas. Atlas is the home world of the U.F.A. A bastion of hope and freedom. Long ago the people of Atlas waged wars on one another, to the point that it was almost uninhabitable. Now it stands as the most untainted and unpolluted world in the Galactic Cluster.

The ships were large and bulky, a dark steel color with gold details decorated most of the ships, it’s “shield wings” bore the insignia of the U.F.A. No two ships were identifiable from each other, besides the large Atlisian(At-Lee-Z-N) numerals below the insignia. The ships moved slowly over to the rest of the fleet, their mission was to be GearFive’s main escort for the majority of the voyage, and would eventually return to Atlas once the Inter-dimensional Relay had been set up. After a few minutes of silent travel, the ships settled over most of the fleet and stayed silently above while the bustling activity below occurred.

The yellow sun was just starting to shine on to the planet below. Sunlight slowly crept across the surface of the planet, revealing the vibrant colors as it continued its path. As this occurs, one of its moons was slowly caught in the light, casting its shadow onto both the planet and the fleet for a few minutes. Solar and lunar eclipses were very common on the planet, and while those who lived there thought nothing of it, early settlers believed that if a moon's shadow was cast directly on you, that a terrible fate or misfortune would befall you. Misfortune or not, the fleet carried on preparing for its long journey into galaxies beyond.

The fleet carried with it the hopes and dreams of people who no longer had to fear, and no longer had to fight for their very lives. It carried the ideas of a new generation. Life once again would prosper unhindered, and wounds would heal. Yet not all wounds heal as easily as others, time is the only kind to those who can move on, and it is hell to those that can’t.

Author's Note

This was a quick introduction into the U.F.A, although I know that a lot of it doesn't make any sense right now. Trust me when I say that the U.F.A will be explained in greater detail.

This was honestly very fun for me to write, so I hope that whoever reads this enjoys it.