11th Janaur 154 CWE
Telia Broadcasting Channel, CSN advert.

“Unknown force 17, The Federation, The Imperium! All of these rivals are at the doorsteps of your homes, your towns and your very planets, eyeing up your planet’s ready to decimate all you have. But you might be asking...”

“Gosh, what can I do?” -Mother of one, Abriel

“Well, mom of one on Abriel, join the CSN and protect the Commonwealth’s space! If your over the legal Species Age, Have a Educational mark of five or higher then come on over too a Commonwealth Recruitment Centre for testing Immediately! But don’t hear it from the propaganda, hear it from Rear Admiral Teleni!”

“ Y’know, I barely left my college with a five and was given a low chance of being successful because of this but I had a dream of visiting the stars, controlling vast starships in glorious battles. After a visit to my Centre they found I had high reflexes and command skills so I signed up on the spot. And look at me now! I’ve achieved my dream, so if you have dreams like this why don’t you head down and show us what you’ve got, who knows how you fly when you choose the navy.”

“Join the CSN! Remember, Peace must be maintained through vigilance!”

Royal Academy, Telia
Intelligance Central coordination room. 3.35 CST

The Intelligance Central Coordination room was the main hub for the Commonwealth’s intelligance gathering, pretty much a circular room situated at the heart of the Intelligance gathering network, indeed the room consisted of alot of Pattern, communications and indeed military Analysts who sifted through hundreds upon hundreds of Terrabytes of intelligance a second. Indeed access too this chamber was only given to select members of the Cabinet, Black operations personnel and the chiefs of Royal and Home Affairs Intelligance. In the centre of this room was a glass table which showed an in depth update of the Commonwealth’s territory, her allies and her rivals as two figures stood there quietly, staring at the Marcian territory.

The first figure at the head of the table was the Vice President, Emily Manning. She wore a Artic Seraphim designed Night dress ice cold patterns formed, she was merely staring and looking up at the person opposite, he was a fairly plain looking man, bald and wore a pinstripe suit as he spoke there was limited emotion in his voice “My apologies Vice President for waking you so early, I’m afraid a situation has developed which requires the President’s office notice. Approximately one hour ago, one of our retributions alerted us too the disappearance of the First Minister of the Marcian territory or rather the sudden classification of his whereabouts.” A flicker of annoyance came out of the Artic Seraphim with a twitch in her eyebrow as she asked in a careful tone “Is that it?” “Not quite, before we alerted you I had our pattern analysts do some working out.” The man tapped the screens pulling his finger through a whole list before updating it, the screen closing in on the Marcis system.

“We don’t believe for a second, the First Minister has left the Territory, however judging from the fact that there is classification it implies that the organisation known as ‘IMSEC’ is heavily involved in this. However, we here at Intel Coordination would like too request that a Retribution is deployed for immediate investigation of where he might of gone.” The Vice President let out a long sigh as she rubbed the bridge of her nose at that request before looking at the man and saying “Coordinator, you know this alread but...I will give no such authorisation until Ilun arrives back at the Palace and gives the approval herself later on today. Afterall, we’re talking about sending a Retribution into our own allies territory, for Glacies sake! I don’t have the Legal Authority too do such a thing!” came her annoyed order towards the man as he merely nodded with some understanding as he coolly closed the screens and bowed with some respect “Thank you for your time, Madam Vice President.” with that he turned to stare at the screens, where updates on Unknown force 17 were coming through, the Artic Seraphim merely let out a small “hmph.” before marching out of the room with a look of anger on her face.