Umoja Quest

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The Umojan Directorate. Without a doubt the most influential and scientific political party in Dominion space, besides the Dominion itself. Until now. Suddenly, the entire Umoja System has disappeared with no trace in sight. It threw the entire Terran race into chaos, scientists and mathematicians desperately searching for a logical answer as to why, while Admirals and Generals Put their forces on high alert, unsure whether or not another system would disappear. Yet, what happened on Umoja itself was a different story. For the system was flung into a different universe. One where an Empire was about to form on the horizon.

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As former Dominion Ghost 137, alias "Stone", picked himself up off of the deck of the planetary command center, he immediately started barking orders. "Tech, find out what the hell just happened! Comms, try to radio in any nearby vessels. Have the hangars launch all fighters and warm up the dry docks! Go go go!"
The command center spurred to life, people running about frantically to fufill their jobs, Stone started to make a call on the main terminal, and the flickering image of the president of Umoja was brought up. "What's the situation General?" She asked.
"Unknown, madam. We experienced a massive power spike, along with a large amount of fires throughout the base. I called in to ensure residential areas of the planet are intact."
At that, she looked away from the Ghost to talk to an assistant, before turning back to him. "no, everything is fine in the residential sectors."
"Sir, We got some readings on the sensor data before the overload, and... well the power spike should have been the equivalent of a point blank hypernova, yet the whole system is still intact. Even stranger, the star charts are radically different from those recorded."
Stone looked at the screen of the ensigns computer. "Is it possible that the whole system was somehow warped through space?"
"Starting to look that way, sir. What's our next course of action?"

[ ]"We're moving into planetary lockdown, nothing gets in or out until we figure what the hell is going on."

[ ]"Inform the president and prep scouting ships. We need to know what's out there."

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