Crash Landing & New Faces

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As the sun rose on the moon known by its inhabitants as "Ryelight", the Elder of the Ryelin People sat by the lake meditating. However, it was brief as it was interrupted by the ground shaking as the air pressure from the Spirit of Freedom. The Battleship sped to the moon, slamming into Ryelight's atmosphere. 

"FUCK! SOMEONE HIT THE BYPASS BUTTON IN ENGINEERING!" Yelled Prescott over the intercom as the ship was ablaze heading for the Ryelin People's village. Brawn stood up shakily, sprinting over to the bypass button, and slammed it.

The computer that had been screaming engine power failure, now chirped as power was restored. Prescott slammed the control stick toward his chest, trying to pick the front of the saucer up away from the village. Arscott weakly engaged the in-atmospheric thrusters on the bottom of the saucer to further assist him. Ryelin people watched as the massive battleship narrowly missed their village and was now aimed at their ocean. 

"SEAL THE SHIP! ALL HANDS BRACE FOR WATER IMPACT!"

The Spirit of Freedom's reactor vent closed airtight as the massive ship slammed saucer-first into the ocean of Ryelight. The Elder watched as a wall of water was pushed up the ship. The sound of the full-reverse nacelles was deafening to his ears. The tendrils of his beard recoiled in displeasure from the noise as the battleship sank beneath the waves. 

Once the waves had calmed down, the Elder shouted in an odd language as fishermen boated out over the sunken spaceship. However, before he could enter his boat, the massive ship landed. He nodded for the boat to cast off as he and a few others made their way over.

"What planet is this again?"

"Ryelight, home of the blue-skin tendril creatures, the Ryelin and the Ya-Punjury, Empress Snow."

"Aye, right. Them."

As Snow and her soldiers pile off, they are greeted by Elder Twi-Noc.

"To what do we owe the pleasure of your presence, Empress Snow?"

"I am here seeking a crashed starship."

"Here my lady? Are you certain it is here?"

"Are you saying it didn't?"

"I was up early with the fishermen. I saw a bright light in the sky, but nothing made it here."

"Ah, thank you. PACK IT UP!" Yelled the Empress as she walked back onto her ship. As they left, the Elder sighed in relief. However, once Snow was far gone, the Pacific Cruiser uncloaked and Michigan rushed out. 

"Did they..."

"They sank to the bottom. I'm not sure but..."

Suddenly the massive battleship lifted from the water and shakily set down on the beach with a thud. Michigan and his crew along with the Ryelin people began to creep up to it when the platform extended. As Michigan drew his energy pistons, the song, "I Don't Want to See Tomorrow; The Epic Version" rang out from the battleship. Crew members were carried or stumbled off screaming in pain. As the song climaxed Arscott helped Prescott limp down the ramp pointing his scattergun at Michigan in a sort of standoff. However, Arscott tripped causing both Prescott and herself to fall from the platform. Michigan rushed over and removed Prescott's helmet.

"Jesus Christ... They're human... like us..."

However, Arscott tackled Michigan and held him at scattergun point while Brawn helped Prescott get his helmet back on.

"Woah! Woah! Take it easy!" Said Michigan as Arscott ripped off his helmet.

"You... You're human. How the hell is that possible?" Asked Arscott skeptically. 

"We're the Pacific Crew from the Sol System. We still call it the Sol System right?"

Prescott and Brawn made their way over to join in the conversation. "Arscott", started Prescott, "Get a head count, I want to know who all survived."

"Aye, sir." She replied before running back into the ship. 

Michigan starred at Prescott before the newcomer spoke. "I heard of your mission. Heading into the great expanse to find life. How the hell are you alive?"

"Time flows far slower on this side of the universe."

"This side? What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure, but it looked like you exited a white hole."

"We were sucked into a black hole, I forced the ship to push every bit of power it had through its nacelles..."

As Michigan looked over, the Battleship's name, the USS Spirit of Freedom, was still sparkling from the water droplets. 

"Hey, that ship was just a blueprint when we left Earth."

"It is the last twin-nacelle battleship in the Earth Defense Fleet."

"Before we continue, PACIFICS! GO HELP THE EARTHERS!"

The Pacific Crew rushed to assist the Freedom's Medical Team. 

"Earthers?" Inquired Prescott. 

"Right, that. We, the Pacific, grew up on Mars Colony One. Is that still..."

"Around? Yes. It is now the city of New Olympus located at the base of Olympus Mons. There was a Civil War between Earth and Mars, but it was stopped due to the Tethalic Race attempting to invade both of them. 

"Tethalic? The hell is that?"

"I hate to be the one to tell you, but there was extraterrestrial life in the Milky Way's Galactic Cluster."

Michigan laughed in a way that sent shivers up Prescott's spine. "YOU MEAN WE SLEPT IN CRYO, NEARLY DIED, JUST FOR THERE TO BE LIFE IN OUR OWN CLUSTER!?" Michigan took a deep breath and composed himself. 

"Anywho, welcome to Ryelight. Also, allow me to introduce you to someone. This is Elder Twi-Noc, leader of the Ryelin People."

"Greetings fellow traveler from Sol! I must say, I am pleased you didn't flatten our village."

"Umm, yes... Hello there. I am Captain Prescott J. Philip of the Starship USS Spirit of Freedom."

Twi-Noc and Prescott shook hands then did Prescott and Michigan.

"I'm Michigan. Captain of what was the USS Endeavoring Freedom, now called "The Pacific Cruiser". 

"I'm curious, why is your name Michigan?"

"It's easier for the various species of the various planets to..."

"MICHIGAN! SNOW'S COMING BACK!"

"Shit, listen up. Does your ship cloak?"

"No, cloaking hasn't been necessary for a while."

"Fuck, alright. Husker! C'mere!"

A large armored Pacific crew member hustled over. 

"Get Prescott and his..."

"Scotts. The Scotts Crew."

"Right, get the Scotts armored up in that, C-Plutonium armor we picked up from Regius-9, it should suffice. Have Nasco alert the other explorer teams."

"Wait, there are more of us?"

"No time, Prescott. Get your Scotts armored and with weapons in hand. Twi-Noc, get your people out of here!"

As the Scotts got armored up in this "C-Plutonium" armor, Snow's vessel landed just outside the village, with a full legion of soldiers following close behind her.