Chapter 1: Collision
It happened without warning.
“Contact on deck three!”
“Report! What’s happening?”
“Breach on port side!”
“Engineers say one-fifth of the hull is compromised!”
“Seal it!”
“We’re sealing the breach, Captain.”
“Scans? Is it deliberate?”
“No weaponry. Physical contact only!”
Amelia took a deep breath.
“Air lock?” she called out.
Static greeted the nervous command deck. If air pressure was lost in space—a very likely event—odds were they wouldn’t be able to reach the engineering deck. If that were the case, none of the command crew had enough training to fix the grievous damage to the hull and possibly the engines. If they were dead in the water, they’d be stranded for sure. The captain gripped her console tightly. She tried again.
“Air lock?!”
A youthful voice filtered back through the channel. “Air lock is stable, Captain. Generators are reporting strain but it’ll hold.”
The Captain sagged at the console, her feet betraying the tension the rest of the crew no doubt felt about the potentially cataclysmic event. It was rare to hit another vessel in space, not to mention out of FTL jump. They were in uncharted space, though, so the likelihood that they would find any other ships were virtually zero.
Not zero. They should have sent a relay ahead. They were expensive, but she didn’t think there’d be… The Captain shook her head. Time enough to regret her decisions later. She suppressed the guilt under the weight of her concern.
“Casualties, Alex?”
“Uhh…”
The Doctor’s voice cut in. “Amazingly none, Captain. Only light injuries from overloaded arrays.”
“Because I sealed the bulkhead!” Alex put in.
Amelia sighed in relief, if Alex was being glib then the situation was under control. “Thank you, Alex.”
Alex’s huff could carry across space. “Yeah but next time send a relay, alright? Alex out.”
Amelia smiled. Well, she deserved it, no matter what other caustic comments Alex had to say. She appreciated the fact that the girl had reined in some of the more inventive replies. Not that anyone on board could tell her off; out of all the engineering staff, Alex knew the most and tried the hardest. She wasn’t shy about letting anyone know about that, either. Several times the girl had clambered to the command deck to chew out the pilot for throttling the engines too hard.
With immediate dangers circumvented, it was time to take stock of the situation. If Alex said they were fine, then they were fine. Since they were in no immediate danger, the only other course of action would be to check the other ship. She just hoped the occupants on board would be okay.
“Comms? Send a transmission to the other vessels, anything on the receiving end?”
Brian shook his head. “Nothing out there, Captain. No distress signal so far. There’s some interference along the channels but that might be because…”
Amelia frowned. “What? What is it?”
Brian swallowed. “It could be radiation leak from their engines.”
“Kael-mah,” Nida breathed.
“Hey,” Amelia growled. “None of that language. Any other reasons, Brian?”
He shook his head. “I’m not a technical expert in the field, but they could be using some form of energy source that’s giving out that sort of channel leak. It seems to be coming out in regular bursts, so it doesn’t seem to be an uncontrolled leak.”
Amelia tapped her chin. “Nida, what’s our course?”
Nida didn’t even need to glance at her console. “We’re adrift, Captain. No bearing…” She shrugged helplessly. “We were three jump-points away.”
Amelia groaned. They might as well be in deep-space. “We’re stranded. Ugh. Okay, could be worse.”
“We could be dead,” Nida added helpfully.
“Yes, Nida, we could be dead,” Brian shot back.
Amelia kneaded her brow. “Nothing on comms?” She asked hopefully.
Brian shook his head apologetically. “Nothing, Captain.”
“Alright, I guess we’ll need to do this the old-fashioned way. Exo-suits and boarding gear, we’ll need to access the other ship,” Amelia ordered.
Nida cocked her head. “Wouldn’t that be seen as unnecessarily aggressive?”
Amelia opened her mouth to give her reply, but Alex cut her off.
“Take me with you!”
Amelia slammed her console. “Damn it, Alex! Do you ever stop eavesdropping?”
“No secrets, Captain,” the engineer pressed. Amelia heard a sigh. “You’ll need me.”
Amelia drummed her fingers on the console, thinking it through. “You have no combat training.”
“Do a scan of their ship.”
Amelia raised an eyebrow.“We did.”
“Then you know it’s not a military vessel. Their engine might be broke. They might need my help.”
“Military vessels come in all shapes and sizes.”
There was a brief silence over the comms. “It doesn’t look like it. No serial markings, no signs of weaponry or heavy armour. It’s pretty non-descript.”
Amelia wiped a hand across her face. “Stop looking through encrypted files, Alex.”
“Well I’m right, aren’t I?”
Alex had a point. If the ship had a problem, then Alex could help out. Still, she didn’t want to risk Alex in a potentially hostile exchange.
“It could be dangerous,” Amelia warned, though she already knew what she’d say.
“I can handle it, Captain.”
Amelia glanced at Brian who was leaning against his console with an elbow. “Alex could help them out. You can’t keep her cooped up in the engineering deck forever.” He shrugged. “Just keep her out of range. You too, Captain. We can’t afford to lose you either.” He hesitated. “At least since…”
Brian skirted around Hale’s death, but his spectre stood like an unwelcomed guest between them. Amelia froze, then forced herself to move her head in a nod. What was past was past. Cobalt Blue always headed towards the future. What happened to Hale was her fault, but that didn’t mean it would happen again.
“Fine,” Amelia said, then she waved at her comms, signalling Alex. “You best be on your best behaviour, okay?”
“Yes, Cap’n.” Somehow Alex’s words didn’t seem as sincere as they literally sounded. Amelia could feel her brows draw together.
“I mean it, Alex, you blow this and no matter how useful you are I’ll have you confined to quarters.”
“Captain—”
“Alex.” There was no compromise in her tone.
Another huff. “Fine, Captain. Just don’t expect me to be happy about it.”
“I don’t expect you to be happy about it, I expect you to be alive. We clear?”
“Yes, Cap’n.” This one was more sincere.
Amelia let go of a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. She signalled Brian. “Get Soho and a couple of guys from the security team and meet us at deck three, I want to know what in the galaxy we’ve hit.” Then she connected to Alex again. “Get yourself in gear, we’ll have to check the entry point.”
“No need,” Alex replied. “We can just use the cutting tools, Captain.”
“Just because we’re pressurised, doesn’t mean they are too.”
“We’ve got portable air-lock shields for cutting, Captain. If we open the entry point and their air-lock has failed, it could propel a fifty ton door into us. If we cut in, send in a probe, we can run scans,” Alex explained.
Amelia nodded, impressed. Then a suspicious thought occurred to her. “Have you done this before, Alex?”
An impish voice filtered back through comms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Captain. Ship breaches outside an emergency are illegal.”
Despite herself, Amelia chuckled.
——————
Twilight awoke to blaring lights and the harsh whine of the emergency alarm.
“Princess!” A quick bow. “I’ve been sent to inform you of the situation. We’ve hit something.”
“Wha—” she shook her head. No time to be confused. It was time to get ahold of the situation. “What happened?”
“We were on course until a positively huge ship appeared in front of us!” The crew member explained. No wait, not a crew member. A guard. Twilight struggled to remember his name. Star-something. Then it sunk in… a collision!
“Damage?” Dread shot down her spine. “Did we lose anypony?”
He shook his head firmly. “Thankfully no crew members were on the outer decks on night cycle. Minimal impairment to vital systems, though a lot of the outer hull has been damaged.”
Twilight closed her eyes briefly, thanking the stars. Time to gather some more details.
“A ship? One of ours?”
The stallion shook his head nervously. “No, Princess.”
“Then that could only mean…”
He nodded. “It’s an unregistered vessel.”
“Have we tried contacting them?”
“One of our standard communication arrays were among several systems compromised in the collision. We’ve managed to seal off most of the breach, but there could be some irreparable damage.”
“Send some teams out to survey the damage. We need to—what?”
“We can’t do that, Princess.” He shifted uncomfortably. “We’re still uhh, entangled with the other craft.”
Twilight’s jaw dropped. “You mean we’re still lodged in the other ship?!”
He nodded warily. “I’m afraid so. The Captain wants to see you, Princess.”
Shocked, Twilight could only nod as the stallion lead her towards the bridge.
——————
Amelia frowned while Alex held up her plasma cutting tools a little too enthusiastically.
“We’re going to try comms again, Alex, so no cutting until we get confirmation that there’s no response.”
Alex rolled her eyes but nodded anyway.
Soho ruffled Alex’s hair. Alex glared at him, but didn’t do much else, since Soho was one of the only people on the whole ship Alex respected. There was something about a seven foot giant that kept mouths shut and eyes to their task. Despite Alex’s playful nettling, Soho never lost his cool. Likewise, everyone knew the towering security guard had a soft spot for Alex. He grinned at the irrepressible engineer. “None of that,” he rumbled. “Let the Captain follow protocol.”
Alex grimaced, setting her tools aside with a clang on the deck floor. Further along the corridor was the bulkhead that she had helped seal. Since restoring a partial field around the intrusion, Alex assured the rest of the team that it was safe to open. She said so, but she still wore the exo-suit and helmet.
Amelia waved her arm, summoning the internal neural linkup. “Comms?”
“Still silent, Captain,” Brian replied. “I’ve tried every protocol, including emergency and open channels. Nothing, just those stray bursts of static.”
Amelia sighed. “Keep sending a call for communique across all available channels. Tell me if something comes up and keep sending everything that we’re doing. Friendly intentions, got that?”
“Yes, Captain, but I wouldn’t keep your hopes up. Nida tells me that it looks like they may have a damaged communication array on collision. It’s hard to tell because a lot of the parts are non-standard.”
Amelia clenched her fists. “Non-standard as in black market?”
Brian read her undertone and corrected himself quickly. “No, Captain. I meant non-standard as in custom design.”
Amelia heaved out a sigh of relief. Less likely pirates, but more likely private or military. Still tricky. She waved at the bulkhead console. It didn’t respond, meaning it wasn’t integrated like the rest of the systems onboard so neural linkup was a bust. Amelia shot Alex a look.
Alex shrugged. “I haven’t gotten around to installing all of the systems, yet. I’m positive the field on the other side should be holding.”
“Captain?” That was Nida.
“Yes?”
“We’ve received a report from engineering.”
“What do they say?”
“There wasn’t damage to any of the critical systems, but sensories took a massive hit. We’re blind on the ship side.”
Amelia frowned. Was it intentional?
“I know what you’re thinking, Captain,” Nida continued. “It’s not intentional. From what they’ve gathered from the last readings, the vector of the other ship changed drastically to avoid collision. If they hadn’t they probably would have sheared us in half.”
That was good news. Though it wouldn’t have been likely that they were aiming for an outer-edge exploratory vessel like theirs. Still, chance encounters with raiders, pirates, freelancers, privateers, Common fleet and military were all situations to avoid when all alone in the vast edges of the known worlds. Anything they could get on the ship would have helped, but it seemed like the only choice was to get eyes-on.
First thing was first, damage had to be checked. They may be able to see from deck three. Amelia brought up the ship’s schematics on her exo-suit’s arm-display. Deck three had a solid portion of damage done to it. They were just outside the bulkhead that sealed off the compartment that separated the outer shielding to the inner shielding.
“Brian are there any cameras in deck three?”
“A few, Captain, but the only one beyond that blast door just shows that part of the deck is missing.”
Amelia nodded, time to go in and make an assessment. They could double back and get some EVA equipment if the ship was close enough. Too far and they could take a small shuttle. She punched her credentials into the bulkhead and accessed the environmental data. “It’s clear,” Amelia called back. “Air is sealed tight.”
“See?” Alex said, but quieted down when Amelia simply stared at her. “Sorry.”
“No chances,” Amelia said. “Helmets.”
No one argued. Suffocating in the vacuum of space wasn’t something to be joked about. Helmets clicked in with a hiss.
A deep voice crackled through the comms. “Captain, we should go first. There’s no telling if it’s a trap or hostiles beyond.”
Amelia turned around. It was one of the twins. Matthias. Mal glanced edgeways hoping Amelia would get their names mixed up. They always took delight in making people guess their names. Amelia was one of the rare few that could tell the difference.
“Right, Matthias,” Amelia said neutrally, ignoring Mal’s sigh. “Soho?”
Soho nodded and gestured for the twins to take point. “Alex, stay with Amelia.” He hefted his stun gun, while the twins pulled out flash armaments.
The weapons wouldn’t do much if they were up against pirates, but it would buy enough time to seal off the bulkhead again. Amelia swallowed. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. Hopefully the unregistered ship was just one of many illegal settlers trying to eke it out on unknown worlds before the mega-corps stripped them. Or maybe the custom design meant it was a rich merchant’s private transport ship? Well, they’d know soon enough.
“Novac. One. Five.” Soho gestured with a few cryptic signs. “Teal cat. Two. Two. Six.”
Mal and Matthias checked their weapons one last time. Then both nodded. “Acknowledged.”
Amelia didn’t know the code the security team had developed among themselves, but it leant a sort of confidence and professionalism that the captain couldn’t deny. She felt Alex creep up to her side, having picked up her tools again. A nod from Soho and Amelia punched in the code to breach the airlock. Instantly, she felt the difference in pressure.
“AG field leak!” Alex cried out. She waved at her boots. Amelia followed, slightly out of practice, though the security team hardly even paused. Magnetic locks engaged as they followed ferrite tracks leading into the room. Amelia watched them going through the gap, behind the other side.
A tense silence followed.
“Clear, Captain. Proceed.”
Relaxing, Amelia reduced the magnetic locks on her boots and headed out. Near the bulkhead, the AG field was about one half the norm. A few steps away, she could already feel it rapidly fade away. Amelia carefully followed the faint orange markings of the ferrite strips and came alongside Soho and the twins at either side of the bulkhead. She immediately saw the problem.
“Shael tæy,” Alex swore as she took it in.
For once, Amelia had to agree. The colliding ship had breached the outer wall, rending the surface and peeling back a significant portion of the outer shielding. Some effort had been made to turn away, but obviously it had caused a shearing graze that pierced through their own hull, scraping away their outer hull as well. The smaller ship didn’t seem to have the double shielding ballasts expected for the C-class transport that size. From the hissing, it sounded like they had trouble keeping pressure. Thankfully for them, the passive air-lock shielding extended around the breach and was keeping the air in for them. With weak inner plating like that, exposure to space would crumple the ship like an egg on a neutron star.
Amelia was glad that the ship had decided to remain stationary. If they had attempted to remove themselves by thrusting, it would risk further damage to the deck and quite possibly could breach into the inner plating. Amelia swallowed. Beyond the inner plating were some of the crew quarters. Though all of the crew were roused during the emergency, if the ship had tried delta’ing away immediately, they almost certainly would have taken casualties.
At least they didn’t have to EVA. The ship’s undercarriage was barely three feet off the deck. Slight groaning from some beams told Amelia that the hulls were still scraping together, gnarling the ships together slowly. Probably a good thing since the air-lock field didn’t extend very far past Cobalt Blue’s boundaries. The meshing problem was keeping them alive. She sighed. It was still a problem to deal with. They’d have to get onboard and explain the situation quickly, before the occupants did anything drastic.
Amelia waved her arm to activate her exo-suit’s speakers. If they couldn’t reach the other ship with radio, audio would have to do. Hopefully they had surviving sound sensors.
“Hello? This is Captain Amelia Finegold from the ship Cobalt Blue. We are an A-class exploratory ship, privately owned. It seems we’ve both had an accident, and we’re willing to lend assistance. If you do not respond we will take it as an invitation to board your ship in order to regularise the situation. Please respond.”
“Regularise, Captain?” Alex laughed over the comms. “Did you make that up?”
“Common Law doesn’t extend this far out here, but we still respect it,” Amelia replied. “Besides, it does give it a certain authority, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah sure, Captain. Let me pyrolise the exoskeleton, if you please.”
“Just give them some time, Alex,” Amelia said. “I don’t want to be shot full of plasma if we accidentally cut into a classified military experiment.”
Alex shrugged. “It’s a bit high on aesthetics and low on practicalities for a military vessel, Captain.”
She had a point, but it was always best to take things slow. “Plasma still hurts.”
“I say we just bust in and apologise later,” Alex quipped.
Soho tapped his gun on Alex’s helmet. “None of that disrespect to the Captain. Patience saves lives. You know the value of that, engineer.”
Alex pouted, but nodded sullenly. “Urgh, why do you have to make so much sense, Soho?”
Soho chuckled. “That’s what I’m here for.”
Mal raised an eyebrow, tossing his flash armaments from hand to hand. “Ya think we gave them enough time?”
Amelia pursed her lips. “Just a few more minutes. Can you at least act like you’re part of a professional crew?”
Mal grinned, not saying anything.
———————
“Princess on deck!”
Twilight faltered slightly under their sudden gazes. “No need for that. Captain Cross?”
The mare saluted as Twilight approached. “Princess Twilight, we’ve mostly contained the situation. I hope I didn’t disturb you unduly.”
Twilight wryly wondered if the Captain thought that a ship to ship collision was almost not worth waking her up. “Thank you, Captain. You wanted to speak with me?”
“Yes. Princess, we’ve got a problem.”
“Yes, Captain, I believe crashing into another ship is a pretty big problem.”
Cross cleared her throat and straightened slightly. Twilight regretted her sarcastic tone almost immediately.
“Sorry, Captain, what’s the problem?”
Cross motioned with a hoof, bringing up a display. The image was a projection of the starboard hull that had meshed in with the other ship. Seeing the damage, Twilight quickly calculated the odds of getting out using their engines and without causing more grazing. Slim, very slim.
“Princess.” Cross nodded to the right side of the screen. Twilight followed her hoof and took in—
“What are those?!” Twilight gasped.
Moving along the right side of the screen were five… creatures. They walked upright on two legs, leaving their upper arms free to move about. From the way they approached the ship and surveyed the surroundings in a well-directed fashion, but with caution, showed signs that were organic rather than mechanical. One of them stared at the camera. Their smooth, round helmets concealed their eyes, but still penetrated through the display to bore into Twilight’s own as she swallowed. Then it moved on.
“We’re not sure,” Cross admitted. “If we were in Equestrian space I’d be mostly confident that these were probably engineered. For what purpose, I don’t know. If they aren’t though…”
Twilight’s eyes were glued to the live feed. “Then they must be alien lifeforms.”
The bridge, which had a constant murmur in the background, was now shrouded in a sudden silence. Cross’ glare swept across the deck. “Come on, we still need more detailed reports! Get to it.” The crew reluctantly turned back to their duties, but Twilight spotted several eyeing them off their periphery. They were probably curious about what their princess had planned for first contact.
Twilight swallowed thickly. “We weren’t ready for this. Dear Celestia, for hundreds of years we hadn’t even seen a glimmer, but now a space-faring race?” She took a couple of steps to the side, frowning in thought. “We’ve drafted a few policies in case of first contact, but I didn’t think we’d deal with it after all these years of searching.” Twilight’s eyes widened. “Where’s the rest of the fleet? We were supposed to be following along the new settlers.”
Cross shook her head. “This ship is one of the slower models,” she replied. “As I recall, you didn’t want to arrive with too much ‘fanfare’ as you called it.”
Twilight winced. “I thought it would be a little excessive to show up in my own vessel. I’m happy that it’s used more for patrols and settling territorial disputes.” Her mouth twitched into a rueful grin. “Well I guess it’s lucky that we were in this ship, or we would probably would have wiped out the aliens. That wouldn’t go well for first contact.”
“We’ve been in communication with the advance fleet, they want to come in for an assist, Princess.”
Twilight summoned her personal assistant. She scrolled through various documents, stopping at one and turning it around to show the Captain. Cross’ eyes scanned through the material quickly. Her head shot up. “Are you sure, Princess?”
Twilight smiled. “Quite. We should show a gesture of peaceful cooperation, not intimidation. Though this was undoubtedly a disastrous accident, that is what it is. An accident.”
Surprisingly, Cross smiled. “Well, now this vessel is truly an expeditionary vessel.” She raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to deal with it personally, Princess?”
Twilight glanced up, eyes widening at the unexpected thought. “Yes,” she said slowly. “As a princess I’m now an official delegate to contact with these new species.” She shuffled her hooves nervously. “Let’s hope they’re more accommodating than the griffons were when we gave them Dew Drop.”
Cross eyed the crew. “Let’s not let history pave the way far into the future, Princess.”
Twilight blinked, then smiled. “Yes, of course. It’s just shocking to find out we’re not the only space-faring planet. How are you staying so calm?”
Leaning in, Cross raised an eyebrow. “If you’ll forgive my informalities, Princess, I’m also freaking out.”
Twilight leaned back. “Ah.” She chuckled, then in a louder voice, addressed the Captain so the rest of the bridge could hear. “We’ll come out to greet them in a small team.”
“Armed, Princess?” It was the guard that lead her to the bridge. Ah, yes, that’s right, he was part of the royal guard retinue. She eyed his stripes. A sergeant no less.
“Sergeant…?” she continued.
“Sergeant Stark, Princess.”
“Minimally, Sergeant Stark,” Twilight said. “Are the lifeforms outside armed?”
Cross glanced at the aliens. “Hard to tell, Princess. Their physiology is different, but the bearing of these three seem guarded.” She pointed to the other two. “These ones seem more relaxed. See how the others ring them? They might be important.” Cross nodded to Stark. “Sergeant, perhaps you can shed more light?”
“I’m no expert on the situation, it’s hard to tell if the objects they’re holding are tools or weapons.” He shrugged. “We should go out fully equipped, just in case.”
Twilight pursed her lips. “If we go out there in full armour we might cause an unnecessary escalation in force.”
Stark shifted uncomfortably. “I understand, Princess, but my number one priority isn’t diplomacy; it’s your safety and the safety of anypony going out there.”
“Princess!”
Twilight flicked an ear and turned around. “Captain? What is it?”
“They seem to be communicating with us. Patch us in, Ditty.”
“What magical frequency?”
Ditty, a mare with an excessive frizzy mane, swung around in her chair. “None, Princess, audio.”
The message replayed, but nopony made any sense of the jumble of sounds.
Twilight cocked her head. “Should have expected that.” She shifted her gaze back to the display. “It’s clear they want us to do something. Look at them waiting there.”
“Any change to our plans?” the captain asked.
Twilight shook her head. “No, same course of action, but we should gear up quickly before they start thinking of doing anything rash.”
——————
Amelia could tell the silence was beginning to get on Alex’s nerves.
“Do you think they’ve lost pressure inside?” Alex said. “I can hear hissing.”
“Maybe,” Amelia replied. “But we should give them just a little more time to reply.”
Alex sighed, hefting the tool bag and unclamping one of her boots to stretch languidly. “Alright, Captain, but I swear any more waiting past a few more minutes and I’ll bust that—”
“Contact!” yelled Soho across the comms. “Three sighted! They…”
Amelia whirled around, wondering what had made Soho trail off so suddenly.
Then she took in the new guests. “By the stars, they’re…”
Matthias swallowed. “They’re…”
“They’re so cute!” Alex exclaimed. She looked like a wound spring.
“Stay back,” Amelia ordered. “You don’t know what they are.”
Alex grinned at her. “Sure I do, Captain. They’re cybernetic dolls.”
Amelia eyed the unknown creatures. Three of them had exited the craft slowly. The one in the centre was purple is colour, whilst the other two were off white. They didn’t ‘wear’ much. The middle one had something that looked like golden metallic coverings on each of its four legs that it walked on. It had a horn that looked rounded and sprouted a pair of wings. In comparison, the other two didn’t have wings but had horns too. They were wearing dark material that covered the barrel of their body, with a belt that housed a sheath, but not much else.
She had to admit, they did look non-threatening, and they weren’t much bigger than head height. They looked like extremely colourful versions of the Bransteds on Capricorn. Or maybe horses on Ancient Earth. “Cybernetic dolls?” She asked Alex. “They look real enough to me.”
Alex nodded emphatically. “I know cybernetic dolls. I don’t recognise the model, but anything this adorable must be artificially made. I mean, do you have any other explanation?”
Amelia shrugged. “They could be a foreign lifeform. Though the way they’re standing they’re either trained or domesticated. Differences in physiology and wide colour variety makes me lean more to artificial lifeforms or like Alex said, cybernetics. If that’s true and they aren’t attacking us, then they must be programmed or trained to be non-aggressive. Soho? What do you think?”
“I’m not sure, Captain, why wouldn’t the onboard crew greet us? They could at least send a small detail.”
“Maybe they’re trying to assess our intentions?” Mal threw out.
“So what do we do?” Matthias asked.
Alex stepped forward. “Isn’t it obvious? We show them we’re friendly!”
Before the Captain could say anything, Alex strode forward and stretched out to touch the centremost cybernetic. The two cybernetics on each side rapidly stepped forward to meet her.
“Alex, don’t move!”
Alex froze halfway, finally noting the two ‘guards’ weren’t acting so friendly. They were glaring at Alex, and had raised strange knife-like tools which glowed menacingly. Amelia held her breath as she analysed the situation. If they were levitating them with personal AG fields then they must have had some serious funding or advanced tech on board. This was definitely something out of their league.
Amelia eyed the floating knives. If she took a step forward to reach Alex, she might set them off. She tried another tack. “Alex, why don’t you step away from them?”
Before Alex could do anything, the purple one made a high pitched sound, and the other two relaxed slightly in response. They still stayed cautious, both of them staring at Alex, but the knives returned to their sheaths. It stepped forward with the other two holding their positions and said something.
“What’s it saying?” Amelia asked.
“I don’t know,” Alex said.
“Neither,” said Soho. “No translating devices, so it could be any number of languages not in Common.”
“That’s going to make things difficult. If the crewmembers don’t speak Common, we’re going to be in a serious bind.”
“Well, let’s just test the theory,” Alex said. “It won’t hurt would it, Captain?”
The presence of the cybernetics didn’t make any sense. Why were they here? Why not the crew? Surely they knew Common? Even if they were some colonists striking their own on the border worlds, wouldn’t they prefer to show themselves?
“Captain?” Alex was waiting.
Amelia sighed. “We can’t stand around all day. We have to get past these guys anyway. How are you going about this?”
The cybernetic made a noise again. Amelia shrugged. They wouldn’t be able to understand it. If it was mechanical, maybe she should let Alex handle it?
“Alright, Alex,” she said. “No harm in showing them we’re friendly. What’re you doing?”
Alex stepped forward, ignoring the little sounds the cybernetic was making and reaching out with her hand again. She started petting the cybernetic as it made noises that Amelia could only surmise was indignant surprise.“Aww who’s a cute cybernetic doll? You are! You’re so cute!” Alex followed it around as it tried to back away and then hooked an arm around it. She made a soothing sound as she rubbed the belly of the purple coloured one. It squirmed in her firm grasp and made a noise that was somewhere between a squawk and a yelp.
“Aww, Captain, you should try it! They look tame enough.” Alex continued rubbing its belly as it made a sound that suspiciously sounded like an equine whinny.
Amelia took a deep breath. Cybernetic dolls could be programmed to do almost anything, but she was glad these ones didn’t seem like they were programmed to kill. Thankfully the AI seemed advanced enough to recognise Alex’s intentions as mostly harmless. She straightened up. First priority, communication.
“Can they talk?” Amelia asked. “I mean, do you know if they can speak Common?”
Alex patted the head of the purple one as she considered the thought. “No, Captain, not if they weren’t programmed to. I don’t see an obvious access point, but I doubt I could do anything without taking these to my lab.” She shrugged. “I don’t think you’d want to do that anyway.”
Amelia nodded. It made sense. Dragging someone’s cybernetic dolls wouldn’t be appreciated, especially if this was some sort of test to probe their intentions. She looked at the purple one. A couple of times it made to get up, but Alex pulled it back into her lap. Amelia couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle at the ‘help me’ look it was sending her. She shrugged at the creature and gestured to one of the other ones next to her. The purple one spoke something and the other two just shook their heads and stepped back eyeing Alex warily. It sagged.
Feeling sorry for it, Amelia decided it was time to help the poor thing.
“Alex,” Amelia said sternly. “Leave it alone. We need to see if they’ll let us onboard.”
“Aww Captain…”
“Alex I won’t ask twice. As you might not have noticed, we’re adrift. The rest of the crew is depending on us.”
Alex drooped, but nodded anyway. The one good thing about Alex was that she cared about the crew. She’d put the good of the ship above anything else. Alex gave the cybernetic one last hug and trudged her way back to the human side.
“Good,” Amelia said. “Now we can finally start sorting things out.”
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Bonus scene: Alex hugging Twilight from Twilight’s perspective.
Inside the air-lock, Twilight spoke to Sergeant Stark and Private Pile who were accompanying her.
“I don’t want any of you to make the first move,” she warned. “I know you have my best interests at heart, but we now represent Equestria. All of the worlds, not just one.”
Stark and Pile nodded.
“We’ll refrain from any excessive action, Princess,” Stark said.
Twilight smiled. “Thanks, Sergeant.”
“One question, Princess,” Pile asked.
“Yes?”
“How’re are you going to speak to them?”
Twilight pursed her lips. She had been thinking about that little problem for a while now. “While we have use of magic and spells, I don’t want to cast anything until they know we’re not a threat.”
“So no translation spells?”
“Yes.”
“So how will they understand us?”
Twilight smiled. “Since they have comparable technology to us, I thought they might have some passive technology that might do the translating for us.”
“If that doesn’t work, Princess?” That was Stark.
Twilight shifted her hooves. “Well, I guess I’ll have to cast it and hope for the best.”
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Twilight clambered down the exit hatch, making sure her hooves touched the ground before she let go. The normal exits were on the far side of the ship, so they both had to crawl through several maintenance ways to arrive at a service hatch air-lock. The captain had told her that the area there was pressurised, the alien ship had been keeping air locked in some sort of field while they were lodged.
Twilight believed that had to be some sort of magic, though the ‘field’ seemed inert to her cautious scans. It was curious. Despite the pressured air outside being suspiciously similar in composition to the inside of their ship, Twilight had several spells ready in case there was any change to the outside conditions. With magic, she and the others could stand the open vacuum of space for a limited time by erecting a shield if necessary. In an emergency she could teleport everypony back to the bridge if things went wrong.
As Sergeant Stark and Private Pile joined her side by side, Twilight started trotting towards the strange beings.
One of them yelled something and raised their tool in warning. Twilight flared a wing out to stop Pile or Stark from responding too quickly. The really tall one and the other two relaxed slightly but kept their tools trained on them. The tall one spoke, then one of the other three. Then the smallest one squealed something and dashed forward.
Caught entirely unprepared, Twilight could only gape as the creature leapt the distance and stretched its appendages out to grab her!
“It’s attacking the Princess!” Stark and Pile leapt forward, magic-infused daggers out. The small alien froze as the daggers floated menacingly above her head.
“Wait!” Twilight yelled back. “Don’t attack it!”
Stark and Pile stepped back and slowly returned their daggers. The small one hesitated, then dropped its hand. A conversation of sorts initiated between the aliens.
“What are they saying?” Pile asked. Stark shrugged.
Twilight grimaced. “They’re probably debating amongst themselves. I think they were just greeting us in their own culture.” She shook her head. “Sorry, I should have prepared you both. Some cultures have strange greetings, like the Elk, they like to butt heads. It shocked me at first, but I got used to it. I almost headbutted Luna when I got back.”
“Ah,” Stark said. “I hope we haven’t offended them.”
Twilight winced. “I think we might have scared them.” She studied the smaller one. It had turned away and was looking at a shorter alien surrounded protectively by three other aliens. It must be the one in charge.
“What should we do now, Princess?”
Twilight took a hesitant step forward. “I’m going to try and introduce myself.” In a louder voice she addressed the smallest alien. Well, smallest being a little bit of a misnomer, seeing as how she was just a bit shorter than Twilight.
Twilight cleared her throat. “Hello, my name is Twilig—”
Without warning, the creature reached out like the beginning… and petted her! Letting out a shocked gasp, Twilight backed away a few steps, but the alien followed her, reaching out with its… Minotaur-like hands and stroking her back. It felt kind of humiliating, but at the same time, kind of nice.
“Ah, thanks, you can stop now,” Twilight said, the alien babbled a whole string of sounds that had a gentle flow to them. Twilight supposed it was meant to be comforting. Was it trying to be nice? The pets certainly felt nice.
“Never seen anypony that friendly before,” Stark commented.
“Are all aliens like this?” Pile asked.
Twilight tried again. “H-Hello? Can you let go of me?” The alien ignored her and continued to move on to her belly. “C-Can you understand mmmmph!”
“Hey,” Stark commanded somewhat uncertainly. “Stop… whatever it is you’re doing to the Princess.”
Pile stared uncomfortably at the alien. “Can you understand us? I suppose not. What do we do, Sarge?”
“Uhh, wait for orders, I guess.”
Twilight bit back a moan. “Alright, that’s enough! We need to talk.” Twilight tried to get on her hooves, but the alien pulled her down again and started rubbing harder. “This is not—this is oooooh!”
“Sarge?”
“Yes, Private?”
“I’m starting to get uncomfortable watching this.”
“Part of the job, Private.”
“Yes, sir.”
“… I see that look, Private. No deserting in the line of duty. Penalty is confinement.”
Twilight managed to wiggle away a little. “One of you two, help me!” She turned to Stark. “How about you take my place?”
Stark took a couple of steps back. “You are far more qualified for diplomacy than we are, Princess.”
Before Twilight could say anything, Pile edged away. “With all due respect, Princess, no thank you.”
Twilight sent a pleading look to the rest of the aliens. For that brief moment, thought transcended alien language barriers and the alien made a gesture suspiciously similar to the shrug. Twilight sagged in defeat, biting back tender cries in the midst of the alien’s ministrations.
Finally one of the aliens said something, and the hands stopped their pleasurable—no, torturous work. The alien gave Twilight one last hug and reluctantly headed back.
“Doesn’t that remind you of a foal hugging a puppy?” Stark commented wryly.
“I-I’m not a puppy!” Twilight growled, shaking her wings out irritably. She sighed. This was not how she thought first contact was going to be like. She recalled the dossier on appropriate distances, communication attempts and possible routes of escalation. Fat lot the book did to help her.
Stupid book, she thought darkly. Then caught herself and felt mortified. Did I just—?
Twilight sighed. She always wondered what could make her dislike a book. She never thought it’d be aliens.
Sci-fi? I love it already.
6781824 So do I!
But why must this Alex person be the stereotypical fuck up idiot that disregards orders at every turn? She works on a space ship and has a level of discipline and obedience equal to a five year old child! If there ain't no 'Comedy' tags on that story, I refuse to accept first contact being initiated with HUGS.
6781922 The reason people like Alex are tolerated is for one reason and one reason ONLY, they are just THAT good at whatever it is they do. At best, it takes three people to equal the work the can accomplish but the sheer aptitude they have for their job is impossible to rival
6781983 I see your point. However, they are on a space ship. On a ship, the captains word is law. Add that they are on an exploration mission, presumably long-term because, duh, exploration, some social skills become very important. This crew has to function with each other for an extended period of time, and if one of them breaks the privacy of others, boasts at every turn about her qualities, questions the captain in front of the whole crew, disregards direct orders and generally annoys her fellow crew members with her antics, she disqualifies herself, even if she is the stereotypical genius. No one likes the now-it-all. Add that they are travelling an environment where the slightest mishap or mistake costs lives, namely space, she becomes an outright liability for the crew. That incredible impulsive hug while in space suits there? What if the Sergeant interpreted her attempts at cuddling as an attack on his princess? Even a smart engineer is a dead engineer if he gets pocked/shot to death by a magic whatever in space. But lets not stop here. The captain displays poor leadership skills as she consistently fails to control her subordinate, hell, even to the point where she 1. leaves the ship Star Trek style to asses a space ship crash, something she clearly is qualified for and 2. allows the known liability that happens to be vital for the survival and repair of the ship to tag along in a dangerous environment. Also one for Twilight Sparkle for leaving the ship even if she is the person that absultely must not get space'd at all.
Oh yea liking and faving this
This could really use more descriptions and world-building.
Like, say, the part where the ponies spot the humans entering their ship. Seeing that glossed over in only dialogue was very frustrating and vague.
Or when the humans see the ponies. Just what do they see? 'Cute' is, again, very vague and boring.
We didn't even really get a sense just what human or pony gear looks like in this universe, not even stuff like the ships.
Still, room for improvement aside, I liked the first chapter. Both the Humans and Equestrians being advanced, space faring species—one using science the other magic, was a very novel and interesting twist on a first-contact story.
So I do hope to see this continued.
6782527 Ugh, yeah. I really glossed over those details haven't I?
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Yeah. You did.
I can respect trying to keep things light and breezie since I tend to overdo things myself, but this went too far into minimalism for a genera as detail dependent as sci-fi.
Still, nothing a relative small rewrite couldn't fix. The characters and concept seems really solid so far, and I do hope to see this continued.
6782807 Hah thanks. I appreciate it. This fic is actually shorter than it seems. I glossed over a lot, probably unconsciously because I was racing to the ending. I forgot that while all the details were in my mind, the reader wouldn't be able to see it if I don't write it down. Well I've made some amendments and I'll tidy up the next couple of chapters. This was meant to be short and sweet.
6781922 Oh shi— I actually forgot the tag. I'm an idiot.
Dammit, Sunny!
Now, this is a good read. I want you to understand that I enjoyed this chapter, and will most likely continue reading the rest of it. That having been said, the following quote is just woefully out of character.
Horseshit, sir.
Twilight Sparkle - the most ocd and over-prepared mare in Equestria - not prepared for something as exciting as first contact, no matter how improbable, whilst aboard a spacefaring vessel? Yeah, no, I'm gonna have to say that she most certainly would've at least thought she'd be prepared for that, and have probably several binders containing plans for various different first-contact scenarios.
Maybe she was prepared and in the moment finally realized that she really wasn't... but yeah otherwise, that's...
kind ofextremely OOC. You should fix that.Loved it, great work.
I feel the setting is vague. I know two ships collided, but just how did Twilight's team get to the hallway of Amelia's ship? Where was this camera?
I see shades of Doctor Who and Ramona episode 4th doctor...have you been reading "Jupiter Run"?
hahahaha omg I can't stop laughing! AWESOME CHAPTER!
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You've got a good point. The dangers of space are far too numerous to have a chief engineer who is insubordinate, no matter the skill. You can have a crew chief that gives lip, has a foul mouth, and an overall curmudgeon, but he has to obey the captain.
So unless the rules as to why she's employed here are currently unknown: firm contract, someone above the captain's head keeps Alex employed there, family relations. Because either way, Alex needs to be reigned in.
“Aww who’s a cute cybernetic doll? You are! You’re so cute!”
*nuclear facepalm sounds in the distance*
Interesting premise, but details (including significant amounts of world building) are skated over, the pace is much too fast, and Alex is close to unbearable as a character. If this were a rag-tag small crew like in Firefly she would still be annoying, but somewhat acceptable. On what is implied to be massive ship outfitted for exploration, no chance she'd have that kind of free reign.
>Let me pyrolise the exoskeleton, if you please
I laffed
>the hands stopped their pleasurab—no torturous work
Should not that hav a comma (after no) and italics (on 'tortorous')?
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Wow, Alex is just... insufferable. Is the exploration program someplace that the brass throws their problems in hopes that they will space themselves by accident? I've rewritten this sentence five times now, and I still can't properly convey just how mind mindbogglingly... blarg! Wow!
Hopefully the next time Alex challenges the Amelia by saying, "Make me," Amelia will order security to subdue the engineer and toss her in the brig.
Wow, way to nail a first contact scenario...
...the way alex was acting irritated me... i know what you were going for, but it just...anyways, i'll finish it for now
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I'd say this is the space equivalent of B-Company, and Alex is space Haggard.
THERE'S GOLD IN THEM THAR' HILLS!
Oh, perfection.
I am liking this
This. Is. AWESOME!
Oh I can see that I'm going to enjoy reading every single word of this story - I'm certainly already loving it
This is Alex reigned in? Yikes.
Okay so it was all going good until right about the middle of the first chapter.
First you are leading us to believe that ponies have a small underdeveloped ship compared to humans (indicated by crew saying that it was positively massive). You also explicitly said that their communications array had been damaged, probably even beyond the point of repair. And I like this theme, humans meeting ponies who are just making their first steps to the stars, helping fix the situation they have caused.
TBH, I was wary when no one died or got critically injured in the collision as this indicates that the story is unlikely to be realistic or serious, the further introduction of textbook characters was another bell. The presence and complete dominance of royalty is yet another ridiculous trait that shouldn't be present in any advanced species IMO, especially after they inevitably discovered that their princesses were full of shit and certainly didn't control celestial bodies.
So what happened next? The typical "ponies are superior" syndrome, that's what. Turns out that Twilight is on an outdated ship because of some contrived nonsense instead of using her personal frigging dreadnought that is probably at least two times larger that the human A-class vessel. Oh, and I bet those settlers are her subjects too. But you know, I could have tolerated you going out of your way and breaking immersion by making ponies more advanced than humans and even mentioning them searching the stars for hundreds of years... What I can't tolerate however, is you breaking the entire logic and premise just to give complete control over situation into the hooves of the almighty princess. What am I rambling about? This here
So apparently ponies managed to contact an entire battle fleet with their communicatiins completely broken and Twilight just decided to withhold from calling it in because she is a miss goody-pants.
It was good while it lasted, but now I quit... I doubt the rest will be even remotely realistic anyways. Please try harder next time, I'd love to see some high-quality Sci-Fi in this fandom. Also, sorry for a harsh review but that's all I can do. This is still a better way to express one's feelings than just downvoting with no explanation.
"You belly-scratched the royal envoy of an unidentified new species?"
Alex: "In my defense... she seemed to like it..."
"uncharted"
"and the other two," and tool should be pluralized.
7139888 Oops, well that's embarrassing, thanks!
Wow, that was so good! Great job with the characters as well, although Alex was kind of a dumbass.
Either way, good job.
Hahahaha, this was a funny start, I like it!
Nicely done.
Y---yeah I think you're taking First Contact a bit too literally there.
"That's what we do when we get out there? That's our mission? We seek out new life and... and..."
"Dance."
I shall try this, but I have a bad feeling that you will not address how 2 FTL-Ships collide. If FTL ships attract each other that can explain it, but if not, given how vast and empty space is, a collision is so improbable as to be practically impossible.
This might just be the most logical first contact of ponies ever. There is no way humans would think ponies were aliens -- they are too Earth-like. Nice job on making them think they're cybernetic dolls. Makes too much sense.
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It's less improbable than Equestria actually existing in the same galaxy as us by coincidence alone. So chillax.
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Actually no:
The number of Galaxies is about 10^23 in the observable universe. The volume of the observable universe is about 10^80 m^3 If we assume that each ship has a volume of 10^6 m^3, the odds of 2 ships overlapping are about 10^74 to 1. The odds of Equestria being in the same Galaxy as us are about 10^51 times more probable than 2 ships colliding.
I have a single complaint. Just the one, though.
Equestria has multiple sentient species. Just given the races canonical to the show, first contact scenarios have to have happened quite a lot. While this one is certainly noteworthy in Equestrian history, the Equestrians should have a well-informed plan in place.
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in some way, this reminds me of an old short story i read:
a human science vessel investigating an unusual nebula encounters an alien vessel.
BOTH sides are rather paranoid, worried the other will follow them home, DESPITE having no real reason to believe the other is hostiles...
eventually the human captain proposes SWAPPING SHIPS.
and the aliens all fall over laughing, because they were going to make the same offer!
Went about as well and akwardly as you would expect.
Nice work word-smith!
Best wrong impressions were made
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How would swapping ships solve anything?