Bevais, Hyades
AGT Stardate 3742.01.02 (Feb 1, 2026)
Lore by iGravemind
Hyades Travellers Foundation
AGT Defense Force
Grave sat at the helm of the AGT Saltire Renegade, a custom Scout Class AGT Corvette. The spacetime around the craft warped and buckled as the pulse drive propelled him and his craft towards a distant, unexplored world. It was a desert planet with a bright orange hue and reports of Salvageable Scrap; something useful he hoped. He was in the Lidmard Void of the Hyades Yihelli Mirror region on an exploration mission when the call came in. It was a gore red beacon to the left of his cockpit that blared, along with its siren wailing; an Alliance Defense Force (ADF) Distress Call. Grave immediately reversed his engines and stalled his course to drop out of warp, bringing the AGT Saltire Renegade to a stark halt in the dead of space. He reached over to the console blaring this alert and opened the communique.
It was ADF Executive Admiral, moniker MrSickNSinister, broadcasting on the emergency AGT frequencies, inter-galactic band. Shit, it must be serious. Grave answered the communique, "Executive Admiral, distress call received loud and clear. This is SLT Grave, ADF 7 responding. What is the situation?" He broadcast over the communications frequency.
Nothing happened for a briefest of moments before the screen blinked into life and MrSickNSinister's voice droned into the cockpit, "Unknown contact. Currently active in the Bevais region of the Hyades Yihelli Mirror."
"An unknown contact? You're sure?" Grave repeated.
"Confirmed. Got eyes on them as we speak." MrSickNSinister replied. Grave felt a pulse of concern surge through his body. They were so close to region dominance for Hyades. Unknown contacts were rare. Rare enough that he'd only seen one in his time with the Alliance.
"Understood. Engage under ADF Sentinel Protocol Two for the time being. Try to establish contact."
"Affirm."
"I'm going to issue an ADF Specialised Mobilisation Order to active ADF personel, Executive Admiral. I need you to command the situation in the system. I'm too far out to maintain a situational presence."
"Understood. I'm staying on them. What are the rules of engagement?"
"Remain at ADF Sentinel Protocol Two. Continue warning them and attempting to de-escalate if they become hostile. This is AGT space, they need to understand and respect that."
"Affirm. And if they don't comply?"
"If they fail to comply, and begin hostilities towards you, or the AGT, then do what you must Admiral. The SLT trust your judgement."
"Affirm. I'll establish contact. Sinister out." The communique cut to a blank screen. Grave immediately turned his attention to his communique panel, issuing a Specialised Mobilisation Order from his AGT Command Panel, recording a quick audio clip to go with it: "SLT Seat Holder Grave, ADF 7, issuing this Specialised Mobilisation Order to any ADF Pilots in the Hyades Yihelli Mirror. Unknown Contact Established. Re-direct to Executive Admiral, moniker MrSickNSinister. Over." He wasted no time sending it. Almost instantly, ADF 2, moniker XxWarmouthxX, responded with a green light; they had linked up with MrSickNSinister. He checked the galactic map. 1,467 light years distant. Grave sighed and locked in a jump trajectory to the next system in the course chain.
Exploration would need to wait.