Vanskrytorrian Stories

As of this time, I'm currently writing a novel, which is far into its creation and has a small race which is not yet well-defined. Or at least... fully mapped out.

Here is the start of my ideas, which will be turned into stories in further posts.
The Vanskrytorrian Jahanjüa-tor (this means organization, or a people in its entirety; the -tor implies a group, and jahanjüa means a people or society of one kind of people. In essence, they call themselves a "people-group" on informal terms. Yes. People-group. ) is a space-only nation, comprised of only civilian ships (with weapons) and sparse heavily armed superwarships. Their technology is simple in its construction, but very advanced. They harvest the byproducts of trans-dimensional technology, which fuels their ships. As a human species, they are food to the Dominion; they never attack, but they always defend their ships until every civilian shavîrah-suie-velkerra-vansk ("gatherer"-of-"that byproduct I talked about"-ship, or in short, shavîrah-vansk) has escaped the combat zone.

Vanskren (meaning their own ships, the "ren" ending means it is a possessive relating to their people) technology is capable of second-long hops through the second plane of existence (the first being our own, the second completely different but spatially the same; the same rules of physics and "no FTL" do not apply) and so when the ship jumps, it moves a few hundred lightyears as if one large step was taken. Military ships, on the other hand, can stay shielded from the second plane's energies for a full real-time thirty seconds, which would be thirty of those large bounding steps. Unfortunately for their jahanjüa-tor, the military ships require vast amounts of this byproduct. When gigantic Dominion fleet movements have occurred, huge "gas" storms of these radiantly energy filled particles leak out from every Overlord and Coremind ship that passes through. The Vanskrytorrians rush in with a few fleets, and gather all the velkerra they can. It's pretty much like money. The more of it you have (or the more ships with the best gathering tech you have) the higher status you have amongst the stationary juggernauts who stand ready to jump into action.

BEGIN STORY:
The first of the Vansk ships lined up at the border of their fleet, their single artillery guns sliding out and unfolding in the "gun mouth" of the ships. In the center of this circle lay their Daharr'jav-vansk class ship, the hangars rising from its back to release three squadrons of fighters. Immediately after, the circle was filled with civilian ships jumping in, and their velkerra tanks floating out of their jump positions. Time seemed to blur for a moment amongst the ships; the velkerra was becoming semi-existent again after the last cycle. The glowing "gases" were sucked up by the harvesting ships, all of them careful to stay within the circle of artillery craft.

Admiral Glorriaz stood patiently in the center of the Primary Ship Control room, instead of in the strategies center. She wanted the crew to feel that she was with them every step of the way, and it worked, because the "strategic" center was in the first layer of armor; if anything happened, you wanted to be on at least the second layer. People knew she was smart; she had her ship heavily upgraded with triple layers of hull armor over the central decks, so everybody felt safe when their agoraphobic and clever admiral was on the job. When the admiral had been seriously injured from a hull plate breaking in the outer layer, the entire crew threatened to vent the ship's air when the doctors considered not going through with a life-saving operation. When the choice of cheap over high quality came around, so much money was gathered by the crew that they had enough to do the admiral's planned upgrades.

"Where the hell is that engineering ship? They said they would be here."
Another officer mentioned in response, "Perhaps the Lyra division had troubles dropping her off." Skellwyn knew what that meant when her aide said things like that – either something was going down, or the ship had been destroyed by Dominion when it got here.

A sensor panel showed a new ship appear far outside the defended circle. Immediately it was recognized and confirmed as the Dark Starfall, the ship carrying the second ever superjump drive. Admiral Glorriaz' ship was the only one capable of housing it, and had large enough retractable hangar bays to hold its whole fleet. With this new drive, ships only had to get into the hangars to attain safety, and they could get anywhere they wanted, just like the Lyra Division's Leaper station ( the most powerful and valuable ship building asset of the Vanskrytorrians).

Suddenly they detected a dimension gate system opening up in between the Dark Starfall and the fleet. From that gate an Overlord Mindship took place. Glorriaz reached for the corded phone on the wall, and yelled into the reciever, "All ships open fire on that DARN bug! Keep them from launching forces towards the Starfall and the civvies!"

The artillery ships opened fire, and the three squadrons of fighters raced to intercept the enemy alert squads. Tentacled creatures swarmed out of holding bays to create a gigantic cloud ( a rudimentary shield) against the Vansk fire. The Daharr'jav fired their engines and left the circle, shooting everything they had at the Overlord ship as they attempted to get to the Dark Starfall and protect its valuable cargo. Then, a strange thing occurred. A rift opened at the very edge of the Daharr'jav sensors, and spat out a gigantic wormhole.

Glorriaz grunted and slammed her head against the wall a few times. This day was not going well.

The dome-shaped ship looming above them was probably the best thing to happen to them today; the ship was the Colonial Linewatcher, a behemoth of a fighting ship. It had barely any engines (but with Colonist tech, you could use a single thruster and outrun Vansk fighters: Colony Ships had so much engine power that any ship with only a short range jump drive would NEVER be able to keep up) but had more than enough shields and weapons to make up for it. A beam of radiation shot out from its maw, digesting a huge portion of the Overlord inside the ship. Every one of its creatures shut down and floated through space, letting Vansk artillery shells puncture its thick armor. A shot hit the reactor of the ship, letting a football-sized piece of antimatter out of the power extraction unit, and destroying the rest of the ship.

Lyra Division's primary starbase

The Linewatcher's captain walked up to Glorriaz. She realized from the alien face that it was a human subspecies, from a destroyed planet called Earth.

"Howdy, stranger. Saw you had a d'minion problem, and decided to step in and help."

Glorriaz smiled at the captain. "Much obliged, friend. If you didn't mind, could we trade a few things? I have a jump drive that we'll be switching out for a better version, and if the Colonial historians want to have this one... well..."
The captain practically exploded in happiness. He hugged her, and immediately ordered several cases of alcoholic beverages (an extreme rarity anywhere in the galaxy, as non Dominion agriculture planets were hard to come by) and seven shield generators to be transported down to the hangar bay. Rings of light swarmed the entire hangar, and suddenly the cruiser-sized shield generators were dimensionally reconstructed with twenty crates of pure "vohd'kah", an Earth drink meant to go with a juice or other liquid. Glorriaz smiled and led the captain and his crew down to the mess hall.