Well i  actually ment to say 300 yds wide and 1 mile long making it just 300 yds skinny

Sybertronic.

THE BEGENNING

Captain Anderson Treblinsky of the GKS Quiver of Artemis was sitting in his mediatation chamber, trying to remember his name. Anderson was at least a third-life ninja, and he had been in the service of the Gatekeepers since immediatly after he reformed. He usually spent a good bit of time meditating on his past lives, trying to remember them, especially his name.  It started with an S... Sam... Samu... Samuel? Samuel Rayman? Samuel Ryeson? The last part had something to do with bread... Samuel Wheat? Haha, funny.... Captain? Anderson smiled. He knew that voice. It belonged to the communications officer, Evelyn Hadderson. Evelyn, or Eve as she was also know, was a second life ninja, a bit short, with dark skin and bright golden-blonde hair, and a dazzlingly radiant smile. Anderson opened his eyes, and looked at the officer, and as he did a flash of older recognition went through his brain. Anderson was taken aback by the sudden impulse but not surprised. He often felt that way about her, especially immediatly after a deep-meditaion session. He presumed that it meant that he remembered her from an earlier incarnation, not as she was now, but a different person, a proud warrior defending justice. He felt the same way about the weapons technician Nagaskimaru. Andersons musings were interrupted when he realized that his Com officer was looking at him with an expression of deep concern. "Captain? are you okay?" asked Evelyn. "Yes Eve, just thinking. What is it that you wanted to tell me?" We have a message from GK High command. "You know how I hate those." Said Anderson, and it was true. He didn't exactly trust the motives of High Command, as they seemed more interested in preserving their high lifestyle than helping others. The missions were usually escort, taking ships full of refugees to GK held systems. What troubled Anderson the most was that the ships seemed to be entirely filled with rich executives or diplomats, as if there were no middle classes. "Let me guess" Said Anderson, "Another refugee ship full of wealty businessmen?" "No" replied Evelyn, "this tme it's a middle class vessel, apparently departing for the Blood Drop system." Anderson was intrigued. The Blood Drop system was a red star closely orbited by many massive factory worlds. "Is that all?" he asked. "Well," said Evelyn, "The messenger also specifically ordered that we are to accompany the ship to the nexus star only, as apparently, there will be local guardships on standby to take the ship the rest of the way once we depart." "Interesting," said Anderson. "Tell the Nav officer to set us on the intercept coodinates, I'm interested to see who exactly is on this mission."

Samurye.

This is where my false memories come in.

Note: caused by powerful imagination, not psychological dysfunction. Don't take it seriously.

I somehow have Firaeon's memories, as seen from his own eyes, suggesting I am descended from him. I remember two images and one moving image from him. The first image shows a planet and a cystalline ship flying away from it in high orbit, possibly the Galecroft, I don't know. The second image is what looks like the inside of a vat chamber, but the view is obscured completely by bubbles. The final moving image is probably the most interesting. I remember being aboard this cream-coloured transport looking out at green fields with a golden sky. I turn to Vivea and say "are you ready?", but before I can see her completely, we fly into this black hole or something and we end up somewhere else. I fall out of the transport, and watch the transport fly away into the distance. I'm standing in front of a castle with dark grey stones, and it's raining heavily, and I somehow remember it to be in Scotland. I also somehow know that this happened in the 13th/14th century...

The Undying.

ok well mine is armed with advanced hacking programs and just for good measure antimatter railgun rounds.

my ship is crewed by one member. the reasoning behind this is aftter the collapse of universal civilization the v'taren were hit the heaviest. be cause of their lack of population they have figured a way to hardwire a lone individuals brain directly into the controls of a starship. this allows for split second changes in thrust and weapons power. 

 the command structure is similar to mideval fiefs or the knight/squire relationship.

I have been traveling the stars alone for a long time. With the increase in pirate acts against Nova Toya, I have assigned myself to be a service and resupply ship for the VCDN Mephisto. We have begun patroling the nearby star systems for any sign of a pirate base.

"Youngling"

"Yes, Sire?"

"We are being re-assigned to scout up this arm of the galaxy"

"May I ask why, Sire?"

"We have been assigned to find any sort of pre-apocalypse technology that may help us increase the birth rate of our people."

"Does Command have any ideas on where to look?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact they do. We are jumping to the Deneb system first. Should that system come up negative, we are to search the surrounding systems. Understood?"

"Yes Sire!"

 All the systems we have searched thus far had turned up negative. We had found what appeared to be an entirely organic fighter craft but its computers were too garbled to do anything with. We have sent it to Command to be analyzed in the hopes that it may be of some use. To further flesh out our small scouting party we have linked up with the VCCA Atlantis one of the largest ships in our sector of space. At 122 miles long she dwarfed my puny hull and at nearly 40 miles wide and 4 miles thick i was naught but a speck to her grace.

She had in the olden days a flight of over 1,000,000,000,000 robotic strike craft. tTime as well as a hundred years of battles with very little resupply has reduced her flight to a mere 500,000,000. Mephisto and Atlantis have been mates for nearly 75 years now, and at 75 miles long the Mephisto is the only other ship in the sector capable of matching her sheer power output and destructive nature.

We have moved a thousand lightyears further up the arm and are now searching in the AMK135567 system for any signs of tech.

"Sires."

"Yes Morpheus?" 

"Scans are showing a large power source on the planet below us ma'am"

"Engaging local teleportation array on co-ordinates" 

"What have we found Mephisto?"

"It seems to be a sort of cloning device, dear. Morpheus we shall put in a very good word for you with Command. Our sway should provide enough momentum to get you one of those new 60 milers being built on V'tar"

"Thank you sire. I will do my best not to fail you"

"We know, that is why we have requested that upon final upload that you be re-assigned to us."

Ok a little bit more about these guys, they are telepathic, and all new recruits start in a ship similar to the one that Morpheus had. Acquireing a larger ship only happens upon promotion up through the ranks, and to jump from a 2000 yarder to a 60 miler is incredibly rare. The only reason that this happened to Morpheus is because he found what is more than likely the savior of their race.

In regards to ship names a ship itself does not have a name, it is only refered to by the name of the conceousness controlling it. This means that the 60 miler that Morpheus just acquired is the VCC Morpheus and the puny thing he used to have is know as VCS 1146574 and will be know as such until another pilot is uploaded.

The population of the universe has, as you know, been drastically reduced, so numbers such as '1,000,000,000,000' and '62,500,000,000' are seriously oversized, robotic or other. Knocking off six zeroes from the end would make it more accurate. When the war was in full swing, millions of people were killed rather than billions or trillions. That's a big reduction.

There's a reason for this...

The Undying.

Fair enough.

Enheten Igonem Styrka Clan

'Unity Through Force' in the New Engtarone tongue, the Enheten Igonem Styrka Clan is a very prominent government that rules over the majority of what is left of mankind after the cataclysm. Their history of government can be traced back to the legendary En av de Brännande Världar (wink wink Noobsauce), a 'national hero' who unified Evertha after the heartless slaughter of the clan's long gone enemies. Currently leading the Styrka Clan is the President-General Okrossbar, a man supposed to have never lost a battle as commander, and below him the Nattvakt war council. The Styrka Clan are currently warring with the other powers in the galaxy, driving them into a stalemate.

The Undying.

That reason being?

Samurye.

If the population is as low as you say, how can all of that territory be occupied? 2 billion is less than the population of one planet, and yet you insist that several square lightyears of the galaxy are colonized. Either that number is absurdly small, or the territory sizes you give are absurdly large.

Samurye.

So, my ship is brought down to about... 5 miles by 1 mile by 1000 feet. Yay.

Samurye.

Well, my ship was 111 miles by 21 miles by 10 miles, right? Well 100 miles of the length were used as hangar space, with 6 of the remaining length miles being used for engines to power the massive ship and communications arrays for coordinating the strikecraft attack formations. 20 of the width miles were used for hangar space wit a 1 mile wide hallway in the middle to get to the back of the ship for matinince work on the engines. All of the height miles were to stack more floors of strikecraft into a smaller space and provide more rooms for the engines. Since the strikecraft are goen, all that hangar space isn't necessary. Because all of the hangars are gone the ship is much less massive, which means that the engines don't need to be as big. The 10 mile height is no longer necessary as the strikecraft are gone and more things can be placed on a single level. The reason that the ship is so small is because all the unneccesay space has been cut out.

Samurye.

Wouldn't it cost more to build all that extra stuff than it would to build the strikecraft?

Samurye.