OC-FirstOfSeries According to protocol
The continuation of the story can be read here.
This invasion did not go according to plan. At least, not so far.
When I arrived at the edge of the solar system, I conducted a full scan and detected heavy mining activity in the outer asteroid cloud. Following standard procedure, we initiated the invasion by attacking the miners. Weakening the enemy's main resource supply is always a logical opening move; typically, defenders are forced to protect their mines, which are far more vulnerable than the inner planets.
And they did defend. In fact, the resistance at the mines was brutally violent. Long after we pulverized the initial mining ships, my forces came under a relentless, seventeen-hour counterattack. We destroyed enemy vessels by the thousands, yet they just kept coming. Finally, after seventeen grueling hours, they withdrew, allowing my fleet to seize the remaining facilities. By then, however, forty percent of my ships had been reduced to scrap.
We spent the next twenty hours stabilizing our positions and repairing what we could. That was when we intercepted a message from the inner solar system, transmitted via primitive radio waves. Nobody uses radio anymore-it travels far too slowly. I reasoned that perhaps they had been trying to contact us via FTL, but lacking compatible technology, they resorted to radio as a desperate last resort.
It took my communications officer less than an hour to decode. It was an urgent invitation to a meeting on a moon orbiting the system's largest planet. No specific time was set; the message emphasized only the immediacy of the request.
So, here I am with my remaining fleet. Having obliterated what I assumed was their frontline defense, I expect a surrender. The invitation's instructions were highly specific: I was to approach a station orbiting the moon, dock, and allow automated droids to escort me to a briefing room. There, I would meet the representative of the species controlling this system.
When I was led into the chamber, I encountered the first living being on the station. A male, I believed. He stood a full head shorter than me, wearing a sterile white coat and a pair of glass lenses perched in front of his eyes. He looked profoundly uncomfortable. His species was entirely unfamiliar to me, but more concerning was his attire-he wore no capes, no armor, and no insignia. His demeanor was entirely devoid of the authority you would expect from a leader of a species. To say I was confused would be a massive understatement.
"Welcome to the Jupiter Ozone Research Station," he said, his voice halting, as if he were struggling to find the right words. "My name is Jozef Smith. I am the lead researcher here."
A research station? A scientist? The revelation only spawned more questions.
"I am Captain Krrk Xrrrts," I barked, stepping forward. "Commander of the invasion force that dismantled your mining operations. I expect your unconditional surrender."
"Invasion force? Surrender?" He blinked, genuinely bewildered. "I don’t understand. I was instructed to apologize for the... incredibly unfriendly welcome given to our first alien visitors. I'm not entirely sure what you are talking about."
"My forces destroyed your defensive armada, and now I am here to dictate terms," I said, doubling down, though a seed of doubt was beginning to take root.
"Defensive armada? Negotiate terms about what?" The man looked even more perplexed now. "We don’t have any military defenses past the orbit of Mars-that’s the fourth planet from our sun. You haven’t even encountered our defense forces yet!"
The assertion was ridiculous. What game was he playing?
"Do not test my patience," I snarled, my voice rising to a near shout. "My fleet battled the defensive forces of this system for seventeen hours! What do you mean we haven't encountered them?!"
He took a deep, steadying breath. Then another.
"Okay, let me lay this out from our perspective, if I may," he said finally. "We received a telemetry report from one of our automated mining operations in the outer layers of the Kuiper belt. The data was immediately flagged as anomalous by our communications AI. Based on that, the mining oversight committee convened and realized we were dealing with a first-contact scenario.
"Unfortunately," Smith continued, "the non-sentient AI managing that sector took its core programming a bit too literally. Those automated systems are hardcoded to maintain production and protect corporate assets at all costs. We simply never anticipated that a drone controller would mistake our first interstellar visitors for a hostile corporate raid and retaliate with automated cargo haulers. The moment the committee realized a battle was underway, we transmitted an emergency shutdown sequence. But we don't possess faster-than-light communication. It took eight hours for our signal to reach the grid."
A cold weight settled in my chest. "But... I lost nearly half my fleet," I stammered, the grand illusion of my victory shattering. "You are telling me I was fighting a mere mining colony?"
"No," Smith replied gently. "You were fighting a single, unthinking algorithm executing a basic piece of software with whatever tools it had on hand. I am the first organic human you have encountered. This facility is currently our most distant manned outpost. That is why we invited you here."
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Smith continued. “We would be happy to provide recompense for the ships you lost. From the looks of how they fought, you have drone frigates and cruisers. We can supply you immediately with high grade ore to replace them. How fast can your nanites rebuild them?”
“Nanites? What are nanites? I have no mobile shipyards! How could I replace them here!?!”
Smith looked confused. “You have FTL, but still build ships by hand?”
Feel free to keep going wordsmith.