Gabatrix: the First Peace

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Tags: Swearing, Love, Sex, War, Intercourse, Space, Science Fiction, Future, Sci-Fi, Scalie, Violence, M/F

Disclaimer 1: This story does deals with anthro reptilian/human sexual interactions. There is sex in this. This story is a part of the Tales of Heroes universe written by me. It does not require you to read the Tales of Heroes stories however......

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By CMed

Copyright 2020

Prologue

"I once saw the darkness of the opening gate in my eyes. I admit that I thought I was going to die. I gathered my strength and leapt to see the light of the moon. Carry the faith and mankind will follow." Gabatrix, 2287 AD.

.......It is far into the future. Humanity is losing a war. Earth is lost, Mars is at the brink, and its fleets are nearing complete destruction. Little is known about its attackers except for one word that they used to identify themselves......Itreans......

......One month ago, all of it would change with the destruction of an Itrean research vessel found in human controlled space. A miracle had occurred. The vessel was mostly intact. Its damaged databanks are being rushed to be repaired and salvaged for humanity to learn about them.....

......Five days after December, a message beacon is launched to Cebravis. The Itreans wish to talk. Peace......the hope of peace. Humanity is desperate. Humanity is skeptical. An ancient warship is prepared to meet them.......

Chapter 1: December 8th, 2349

We return to space once again, the dark void of nothingness. It is cold and massive to all that see it. An ocean of black and white spectacles of light, the word defines itself perfectly for the name. We once looked at Jupiter. The planet is seemingly a distant speck despite how gigantic the planet is in the Sol System. With such a monstrosity, Jupiter should have been a star, but it wasn't. Instead, it holds its numerous moons in its cold iron grip seemingly for an eternity. It is expected that even if the G-type star expanded to a red giant, Jupiter would remain. One day, the planet would look up to see the sun as it consumes Mercury, Venus, Earth, and Mars. Perhaps in its infancy, the Sol system had more planets that revolved around it, but the star is hungry. It keeps expanding as it gets bigger and bigger but.....only so slowly. Year by year, the star gets bigger. Mercury is the first to see it. Billions of years are needed as the sun continues to expand. One by one, the planets will fall, and Jupiter will become the new Mercury of the Sol System.

But.....that isn't today, and neither will it be tomorrow. Instead, we listen to the sounds of the solar system, the electromagnetic waves, and charged particles of the planets. They produce various sounds and melodies for all to hear if they listen. We know the sounds of Jupiter, for we have already heard it. Our attention was focused on this planet for a good reason. It was so large that it dominates the solar system. The moving gas and red spot continue for what seems like an eternity.

That isn't what our attention is focused on. We are too far away from it now. The sounds grow more and more distant, and eventually, we hear nothing. The planet has shrunk to nothing as we leave the planet for good. Jupiter is in good hands. It doesn't need us, and neither should we worry about him.

Instead, we hear the sounds of something new. We travel further and further out into space, and the sounds we hear are that of a calm ambient noise. It almost sounds like blowing wind. We turn our attention to the next greatest spectacle in the solar system. It is the planet that humanity had placed more focus in the outer Sol System once they expanded beyond its dying home. The planet comes closer and closer to us. Its light is so bright that it reflects almost 50% of the light of the sun that it receives. Occasionally we get a deep harmonic hum from it. Eventually, the sounds are intense. The electromagnetic particles caused by its shape are deafening and frightening, and all for a good reason.

It is Saturn that we look upon. The second-largest planet in the Sol System. It is beautiful but scary for those that could hear it. It produces the sounds of a screeching demon. The reason is all too apparent because the rings are the cause of it. Saturn is far from the sun that it orbits measuring over 1.4 billion kilometers away from it. Even with the speed of light, it would take an hour for the light to make it there. Humanity, in its attempt to evacuate its dying world, wouldn't have much hope of making it to here. Conventional drives would take years of travel. Thankfully, humanity would have their past heroes to make the process possible.

Saturn might not have had the glory that Jupiter has, but it makes up in other ways. Seemingly, it was just another gas giant in the galaxy. It was not a beautiful planet at all, but it had one thing that captured the hearts and minds of the former people of Earth......the rings. It was the rings that made the planet what it was. It measures over 100,000 kilometers long from the equator of the planet. It is surprisingly thin of less than 20 meters long, yet it captures our vision from vast distances. This ring of ice particles is surprisingly tiny. You could go through it and feel almost nothing. Yet Saturn is hungry. Possibly made by a destroyed moon that fragmented into dust particles, the planet is consuming its rings. It is expected that within over 100 million years, the rings will be no more. The beautiful world will just be an ordinary gas giant planet in the solar system.

Yet Saturn still holds gifts for humankind. The planet screeches, roars and screams at us. It hides numerous moons in its orbit. Over eighty moons circle around the ringed planet. We zoom by Enceladus, the icy moon of Saturn. Its sound is odd. It produces a reverberating echo of an electronic wind that blows going up and down. It is this moon where a research ship used to orbit. The reasons were evident at first. It was covered in frozen freshwater producing a pearly white and blue color. Where there is water, there is most likely life. Geysers erupt from it, expelling ice into the air as Saturn flexes it. There are signs that deep inside it, that life can exist. Sadly, that is not where we are supposed to go. Humanity is at war. The ship that studied it is gone. The Sol System is in danger of an invasion. The research will have to wait....

We hear a new sound, and it draws us closer. It is a drum-like sound. The electromagnetic particles radiated from it are steady. We travel to this fantastic rhythm. The screams of Saturn and the dull voice of Enceladus are instead drowned out by the amazing cheer of another moon. The drum continues to a steady beat. Another harmonic tune kicks in. It is as if the place that calls to us wants us to be there. The sound is beautiful. It is almost music that we can't ignore. We start to hear another series of thumps that comes with the moon that comes into our view.

We now see the cause of this fantastic rhythm. The moon that comes closer is the one that takes the stage and for the most significant reason of all. The drums sound like a beating heart. It is here that the amazing moon known as Titan comes into view. What is considered the second-largest moon in the Sol System, humanity has come to respect this satellite that orbits Saturn. The name is fitting. Named from Greek mythology, the Titans were the gods before the Olympians. The moon Titan is more massive than Mercury and should perhaps be considered a planet. The deep orange, blue, and yellow hue is an actual atmosphere.

We go to this moon for a good reason. The humans were smart to choose this world for a colony world. We fly through the thick Nitrogen atmosphere as the music continues. The atmosphere is so thick that it is producing a greenhouse effect. Much of the harmful radiation from the sun is taken out before it touches the surface. Ships are even instructed to travel slowly when venturing down the atmosphere. It is hoped that the thick atmosphere will provide some cover to the military base that exists there.

We can fly......yes the thick nitrogen that permeates the air, is met with the relatively smooth surface of the moon. The gravity is seemingly light being less than Luna. It is so light that the Nitrogen just hovers over the vast distance ranges. We then fly over lakes. The yellow and orange landscape is beautiful, surprisingly. The moon is so cold with temperatures that radiate minus 180 degrees Celsius that methane turns into a liquid. There is a climate on Titan, and actual rainstorms of liquid methane occur. The pressure is adequate for human life that only temperature and oxygen suits are needed to walk around the surface. Natural gas is everywhere. It is possible that life can exist on Titan. When the star begins to turn into a red giant, it is possible for this great moon to bare life even further as the moon gets hotter.

The music radiates through this beating landscape. The building blocks are present, and it was here that the United Human Navy would choose this moon as a base. After the famed Gabatrix Experiment of 2259, the growing Martian fleet needed to ensure that they had an emergency base of operations. What became known as the "Ring of Hope Program," the goal was to establish a colony on Titan. It would serve both as an emergency military base in case Mars is compromised, serve as a reserve base for the fleet, and help hold a small colony of people. Established in 2290, the military base and colony of Titan would be expanded in years to come.

We fly through the area easily over the small jutting hills and mountains to find this base under the thick atmosphere. The music starts to come to a close as we view the base as a whole. It is moderate in size. It is partially on the surface, and partly underground, and there is a large docking facility for the spaceships. The gravity is so light that it is perfect for the Martian warships to come and land. Since the air itself has so little oxygen, there is no fear of combustion. Ships can come and go with ease if they please. While spaceships can come and go, there is no gate array in orbit. Ships must open a gate to leave the area to help keep the area more isolated. The goal of the base is secrecy. Instead, one must fly in to see the spinning rotating centripetal habitat that supports the seven thousand people that live on the moon. With gravity so light, people must try to keep their bodies healthy. Even with the promises that Titan offers, there are still issues with it. Gravity is light, and health deteriorating effects are an issue. Thankfully, medical advances are there to help the population, and the station is designed to be self-sustaining even with its own hydroponics bays.

The outside of the spinning ring is a series of weapons arrays. Railguns, missile launchers, laser turrets, and flak turrets all dot the surrounding area ready to repel a small fleet of alien warships. The base would remain active through the whole mess that lies elsewhere.

It is here that we zoom into the vast hangar facility. We penetrate through the thick alloy of the hull to peer inside of it. When we look, we see at least ten giant docking housing pylons for the UHN Warships to rest comfortably. At least six of the docking pylons hold a UHN ship. The docking area is fitted perfectly for the vessel. Each UHN ship has a somewhat similar look to them. They are typically cylindrical looking while having a centripetal ring near the stern (aft) section. They connect to the Super Direct Fusion Drive modules that connect to the aft engine module. The ring, which carries most of the crew during their off-hours, is designed to generate gravity for the ship by centripetal force. With the gravity tugging down on the vessels, the rings were offline. Instead, the alcoves are dug in to allow the ships to rest their ventral side firmly on the pylons.

We zoom closer to one of these six ships. Two of the ships look the same, having two centripetal rings, a stubbier nose, and a bow-mounted dorsal hangar bay. The names UHN Michio Kaku and UHN Tyson were written in both English and Chinese on their hulls. On the other four pylons was that of UHN battleships. Three of them looked the same carrying a single centripetal ring to it. They carried a rail gun turret mounted on the dorsal and ventral side of the central portion of the warship. They also carried a ring arrangement near the front bow consisting of several small turrets that looked like anti-missile weaponry. The central section had an internal hangar bay on the port and starboard, and not far from it was a docking hatch that led into the building structure itself. As we get close enough to the ship, we see the name "UHN Gabatrix" written in both English and Chinese not far from the docking hatch. The pennant number MBB-53, possibly referring to the UHN acronym "Guided Missile Battleship," was etched into the hull.

We now head in through the docking hatch. There is an assembly of crew members coming and going. Families are giving hugs and kisses to the enlisted sailors that will depart on the old warship. Their red and blue jumpsuit uniforms indicate their position and rank compared to the officers of the Gabatrix. We glide through the long internal passageway of the spaceship. The 280-meter long ship seems enormous by comparison of older steam-powered warships of Earth's past, but most of it is automated. Despite the internal layout of the battleship, it appears to be in moderate condition. Perhaps it has seen better days or serves as a sign of its age compared to the newer warships of the UHN. Then again, why is their crew getting on board this ship? Why are they saying their goodbyes to their families?

Perhaps the only way to answer that question is by one man. We travel down the passageway until we come to a stop. Near the center portion of the ship, we turn to the right to look at a sealed door. We go into the door to find a meeting taking place.

There were at least ten officers inside the conference room of the Gabatrix. The room consisted of a mounted frame table and series of chairs. Even in the 24

th

century, the room was seemingly stale. The chairs had straps to ensure that the crew wouldn't float away if they tried to sit down. Being in Titan, this was no issue, but the Gabatrix, much like the other UHN ships, had no means to generate gravity. The only exception, of course, was the rotating ring once it was functional. Thankfully, Titan at least had some sort of gravity pulling the crew down that it didn't matter anyway. For now, the room had the officers of the Gabatrix sitting in these metal mounted cushioned chairs. The walls had installed picture frames that depicted of glory pictures of the UHN Gabatrix in space taken by other spaceships and warships. There were mounted overhead displays and a center table holographic imager projector in the conference table itself.

The officers seemed bored. The Captain wasn't present yet. It was the motto of the UHN to "Get your ass to the location immediately and wait for an hour." The sailors of the UHN were used to this. The officers' uniforms were seemingly similar to the enlisted. They wore the red and blue jumpsuits but carried different rank insignias. It was evident of course, that this was a prepared launch. Crews were getting ready to depart and had switched over to their standard uniforms. The time of dressing in fancy suits was over. Those were for the parades. These uniforms were the everyday uniforms worn by the sailors, and it had become commonplace, especially as of now. The Itreans were getting closer. UHN fleets were in higher alert status, and an Itrean fleet could come any month, any day, or any hour. Death was at their doorstep. Perhaps that was why the crew was saying goodbye to their loved ones.

But our attention is not directed towards the officers of the Gabatrix. It is instead directed towards the adjacent room. Next to the conference room was a smaller room. It was preparation rooms of some sort, most likely the CO's own office. It was not big, and the captain was not present. It consisted of a single wood furnished desk, and two mounted wood cushioned chairs. It had one digital display on the sidewall and an entrance that led to the main conference room and the central outside passageway.

A man by the name of Jonah Kane stood looking at a projected image from his hand. The man seemed to be in his thirties and had short brown hair. He was clean-shaven, had a pale complexion, and had blue eyes. He was well dressed, but he did not wear the UHN uniform. He appeared to be a civilian of some sort. His white and black, almost skin-tight suit indicated some importance. He almost seemed to be a man of influence.

Yet he was anxious. Kane took a deep breath. He knew what needed to be presented to the officers next door. He still couldn't believe he volunteered for this mission. It would either be his moment of glory or his grave.

He took a deep breath. "Calm yourself, Kane," he said to himself. His voice was composed, but he could tell what was going to happen soon. The captain was going to arrive in this room, and then he would have to do the next best thing.

Kane continued to look at the projected image from his hand. He would use the right hand to alter different projected pictures and descriptions. He was making sure he knew everything that needed to be said. His eyes told him everything. The images seemed promising, his knowledge was excellent, but the future was uncertain.

"Just remind yourself that they are just sailors," Kane told himself again. "They won't eat you alive out there. We all know what needs to be done. I know what needs to be done."

The images showed the picture of the Gabatrix. He knew very little of the military or the inside of how they function. He could imagine the bureaucracy was pretty much the same, though. The schematic of the Gabatrix at least gave him a little bit of information.

"Gabatrix....Helix Class Battleship," he said once again, reading the information on the projection. "Commissioned in 2301, the UHN Gabatrix is the second ship built from the Helix Class Battleships. It is the first ship named after Ciro Gabatrix, the famous pioneer that would push humankind to new solar systems. The warship has explored nine solar systems, helped enforce the Paloran system against the Nova Hamidou Pirates that raided mining ships in 2336 and helped save the freighter Valiant Heart from a mechanical breakdown in 2339. The Gabatrix has been retired from active service in 2344 and is currently stored at the Titan UHN Starship Colony Base Hyugen. It has not been stricken from service at this time. It carries a crew complement of 100 but can carry about 500 troops for emergency operations. The Magellan and Nelson Class Battleships have long replaced the UHN Gabatrix and her surviving sister ships."

He only knew so much about the other warships. Again, he was not a military staff or personnel. Even with the political changes that were all over the place the last month, he knew this was where he could serve best.

Finally, after what seemed like ten minutes to him, the door from the passageway had opened up. Kane saw the man that came in. He closed his hand as the projection faded into nothingness. The man would look at the other that stepped inside. Kane already knew who he was. He had already spoken to him before.