Blue Star Enterprises

The STO Naval transport stopped far from Eden's End as Vanguard approached. Until this moment, the Talon was the largest ship Alexander had ever seen, with it being ever so slightly larger than Harlow's dreadnaught. This transport made them both look small in comparison. The vessel had to be nearly two thousand feet long and wide enough around to fit the Vanguard inside its massive hold.

Once they were close enough, a few bots launched from Vanguard and landed on the massive vessel's hull to do the scans.

It wasn't strictly necessary, they were close enough to scan the ship, and other than a rather strangely shaped void inside the cargo hold that took up less than a quarter of the space the ship was free of hidden weapons or contraband.

"Who asked you to come out here?" Krieger asked the transport's captain over the comm line.

"The orders came straight from Vice Admiral Fletcher. He specifically told me to take a roundabout route to get here."

"And what's in the hold?" Krieger prompted the very staid captain.

The other captain shrugged. "I shouldn't have to tell you how this works, Krieger. We both worked for Fletcher. I don't ask what nonsense the Vice Admiral wants me to move about, I only follow my orders. You gonna unload the ship so I can head back home or what?"

Krieger had a sour look on his face but he nodded. "Open it up and let's take a look inside."

While Krieger was doing that, Alexander contacted one of the command ships and ordered it to fly out here. The bots would be able to act as tugs to pull whatever was inside the ship back if need be.

Alexander wasn't worried about it being something dangerous, if it was, the Vanguard had more than enough firepower to take it and the Goliath transport out.

The massive doors slid open and stacked on top of each other off to the side of the ship, neatly out of the way. That was followed by the support beams which ran between the doors to add structural support to the long vessel.

Alexander was so focused on the engineering required to design such a monstrous ship that he didn't immediately take notice of the cargo.

When he finally did, confusion was the first thing that he felt. "Why is it wrapped up?"

Krieger had the same confused look on his face as they stared at the image of the gift-wrapped present inside the massive ship's hold. It was obviously a ship of some sort or part of one at least, based on the rough outline, but somehow Fletcher had found enough material to not only cover the entire thing but also a massive red bow to tie it all off.

Alexander glanced over when Krieger sighed. "It's a gift, from Fletcher."

"That much I kind of gathered," Alexander stated flatly. "Why go through the trouble?"

"He likely didn't want anyone else to know what the gift entailed."

Alexander simply shrugged and ordered the bots to tow the thing back to Eden's End and try not to damage the wrapping. If it truly was to keep prying eyes away, he didn't want the captain of the transport to get a glimpse.

Once it was free of the ship, the transport closed its cargo doors again and ponderously turned to head home. The captain wished them luck and that was that.

"Shouldn't we have told him that Fletcher is dead?" Alexander asked.

"He'll find out eventually," Krieger grunted in annoyance. "Let's see what bio-waste my former boss just dumped on our lap."

"You think whatever this is, it's trouble?"

"I think whatever this is, he gave it to you because he didn't want the STO or the corporations getting ahold of it. So yes, it's trouble. How much, I can't say until we see what's inside."

The robots' small ion drives took quite some time to tow the wrapped ship into orbit. Alexander really needed a dedicated tug or a fusion drive small enough for the bots. Now that he had considered it, a drive that small could also be fitted to missiles.

He put it on his list and focused as the bots removed the wrapping around their gift.

At first, he thought it was the remains of Epsilon's Dawn as it had the same painful absence of color as Dawn had with its stealth armor. Alexander quickly determined that whatever the ship was, it was not the Dawn. For one, it had a much wider front profile, making him think it was akin to a cruiser or heavy cruiser in dimension instead of Dawn's heavy destroyer design, except it wasn't as long.

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The reason for that was soon revealed as the back half of the wrapping came away, exposing the ragged edges where the ship had broken apart.

"It's the alien ship!" Alexander stated in surprise. "Why would Fletcher hand this over to me?"

"No clue," Krieger grunted. "Like I said, trouble. I suggest you build something to hide the remains of the ship so no random arrivals notice it."

Alexander was already ahead of the man's suggestion. He paused all of the current print jobs that he could and called up a simple orbital storage unit large enough to fit the remains of the alien ship inside.

A swarm of bots soon surrounded the vessel and within an hour, the framework was in place for the storage unit. From there it simply took time as the bots zipped back and forth with paneling sections.

"I'm going to go over and check it out. Keep people away until the structure is complete and an airlock can be added."

Krieger nodded.

By the time Alexander approached the building with the shuttle, the bots had managed to panel over a full tenth of the structure. There were no doors large enough to fit the ship through, only an airlock or where an airlock would eventually be.

The design of the structure was meant to hold cargo that could be transported by pallets, not for ships to come and go like a hangar. He decided on this design to both hide the purpose of the structure as well as to act as a legitimate storage facility. A few modifications would be required to hide the true contents within but that wouldn't be much of an issue.

He landed on a finished section of paneling, magnetizing the shuttle to the surface before stepping outside and making his way into the interior and past the quickly forming walls.

Alexander kicked off the surface and flipped, landing on the surface of the alien vessel. He had to scrabble not to float off as he quickly realized the outer hull was non-magnetic and didn't have any convenient panel seams like the Dawn had.

His hand finally grasped something and if he had lungs, he would have breathed a sigh of relief.

When he glanced at what managed to stop him, he frowned. His hand was lying flat against the hull, it wasn't gripping anything. He adjusted his holo projection to be as bright as possible and tried to see what connected him to the surface of the blindingly black hull.

The light-absorbing properties of the armor made it hard to make out, but it almost appeared that he was actually connected to the surface of the ship. He slowly pulled his hand away, careful not to push it off. The material seemed to snap apart, but there was no damage or change to the surface of his palm as he pulled away. He ran his hand across the surface, not pushing down, and it felt slightly textured.

He planted his feet and stood, then he walked forward. Each step seemed to click into place along the hull, keeping him firmly planted. He must have hit at an odd angle or something before, which is what prevented him from adhering to the hull.

Although adhering wasn't the correct term. What was happening was more of a mechanical connection, sort of like how geckos were able to climb surfaces by the tiny ridges on their feet that increased their friction.

One thing was for certain, the ship was designed with him or with a robot exactly like him in mind.

Even without the obvious connection of his ability to stick to the hull, he felt it deep within. An almost-memory that he couldn't quite grasp.

As he made his way to the broken aft, he spotted the signs of battle along the hull. Broken patches, holes punched through the armor, and carbon scoring that was easier to see than the utter blackness of the hull itself.

He flipped down into the broken decks of the ship and landed softer this time, his feet adhering the same way. Someone had glued metal strips to the decking at some point, likely so normal people could work on the ship without worrying about floating around.

Normally the lack of gravity shouldn't be an issue, every human ship Alexander had seen had grab rails in case of artificial gravity loss but he quickly realized that the vessel had none of that. He didn't see the ubiquitous gravity plating either. Did the aliens who built it even rely on gravity in their ships?

Alexander thought back on how easily he manipulated stuff in zero gravity. He concluded that there was a good chance the unknown aliens relied entirely on robots such as himself or that this ship was wholly automated.

Considering the processing power required to operate a vessel as large as the one he found himself on, that meant a computer that vastly outperformed even the STO's supercomputers or his linked ones.

He wondered if the computer core had survived the attack that broke the ship.

Seeing no point in pondering what-ifs until he learned more, he made his way deeper into the vessel, admiring the fact that he didn't need to stoop through hatches. The large square openings were easily large enough to fit through, which wasn't much of a surprise considering the ship was designed by the same race who had built his body.

Instead of wandering around aimlessly, Alexander followed the metal strips on the floor, and the signs glued to the walls with the STO Navy insignia on them along with 'Classified: Top-Secret' in bold red text as if the people who were authorized to get that far didn't already know that.

The signs pointed to different sections of the ship. Alexander was deciding where to head when he spotted a sticky note on one of the signs. Curious, he walked over and read it. Stay updated with My Virtual Library Empire

Kane,

Sorry I dropped this on your lap, but I would rather see it returned to you than end up in the hands of the people who want me dead.

Scott Fletcher.

P.S. – All of the STO's research and development into this ship are safely tucked away in the storage area. Just follow the signs and good luck.

He did just that and found a room packed full of equipment, data disks, research notes, and other items.

Some of the stuff was behind sealed doors marked with another note that the rooms were pressurized and environmentally controlled. He would need to wait until the building was complete and pressurized if he wished to see what those rooms contained.

For now, he set about cataloging what was inside the large room and seeing what could be moved dirtside to make it easier to work with.