It was another standard galactic day for Commander Rayden. He woke up and ate his Cryo-O's for Breakfast, had a nice warm shower, then proceeded to walk out the door to his hotel in the Arena system. He quickly walked into his pride and joy, the Lucifer. The Lucifer was a Chimera, with all the best equipment in Sirius, Altair and Inner Core. He flew the ships into space to see if anyone was here to test their luck against him. No one there. This was very strange due to people always claiming to be the best pilot in Sirius. Only a few have beaten the Commander, most others have perished. After this sad sight, he decided to check in on the X-3043 system. He docked with the gate, and was engulfed in a Wormhole almost immediately. After his small inter-system flight, he entered the X-3043 system. However, this system also looked Deserted and abandoned. He decided to investigate, he took his ship to Planet Crossfire, the hub of all Crossfire Activity. There was no one here either. "What the hell?" He walked over to the news Bulletin. "Yep, Custodian theft, Samura Conspiracies, What's this?" There was a picture of a Universal Crisis logo. He examined it. "This reads: WARNING: Nomad fleets have been sighted in the X-3043 system, most believe it is a invasion to re-take the system. All help is needed, and every able pilot needs to assist in this defense." The Commander dropped the Pad as it smashed onto the ground, then he ran full stop to his ships and launched.
His ship smoothly exited the Atmosphere into blinding purple light. Dozen's of Nomad Vessel's lay waiting for the Commander. The Commander's ship was almost ripped to shreds due to these purple fire. The Commander decided it was time to defend himself and his beloved system. He engaged the nearest Nomad Battleship. The Commander's careful precision and the power of his guns hit the Battleship with so much intensity, it took a minute before the Battleship was down. "One down, forty two to go." Just then, as the Commander started hitting the next Battleship, Dozen's of Nomad fighters appeared and begun to engage the Commander. "What a way to go. If only the Dom'Kavosh tried to keep an eye on their pets." The Commander swerved the Lucifer and begun to engage the Hostile Fighters. Six were killed within seconds, then more showed up. "Great." His ship was taking a pounding, but it was still ok. Then, something unbelievable happened. A group of ASF and CSF ships appeared alongside a common Freelancer appeared and began to engage the Fighters and Battleships. The Commander piped up. "Glad to see you here guys, I was afraid all would be lost." Then a voice entered his Cockpit. "Nonsense sir, the Resistance Brigade will always help out the common folk in this system." The Commander smiled. "This is what I like to hear." Soon, all of the Nomad ships were destroyed. A few ASF and CSF ships were destroyed as well, but everyone else survived the Massacre. "What's your status? Over." The Commander piped up again. "In one piece. I would've been worse if you didn't show up." Then the same voice entered my ears. "We are all regrouping at Far Water Shipyard. I advise you head to Aeston Shipyard, they may have some assistance for you there." The Commander thanked him and began to fly to the ASF Shipyard
It was all smooth sailing until he entered that damn Rock Field. Multiple Alien Battleships and Fighters swarmed the area and disrupted the Commander's Engines. He could only just get away using his afterburner's and initial fuel jets. He was so close to the ASF Shipyard when all of a sudden, a Nomad Strike Carrier accompanied by three haunts and several more Battlegroups appeared. They were an annoying infestation you can't get rid off. Thankfully, I stayed hidden, and they went right past, leaving the Strike Carrier only 4k from my position and everything else out of range. I flew off as fast as I could to the Shipyard and docked to discuss the Situation..