As the admiral waited for the next news segment, he received a call, informing him of the progression of five mining ships in the nebula. Ripping his seat around, he grabbed the talk button. "I did not accept any proposals nor any requests for any ships to go into the nebula!!" Angry with what he suspected, he growled, "Get. Them. OUT!" His face furious, he watched as three cruisers made their way into subspace to retrieve the mining ships. Deciding his course of action, he stood up, calling to the helm to prepare for immediant subspace travel to the nebula, following the course of the five mining vessels. Receiving an affirmative, he felt as the engines roared to lfe and pushed the ship at full speed within seconds, out of the defence fleet. Then, suddenly, the smoothness as the ship entered subspace. Receiving a call from the command station, he responded, telling them of the current situation. Rumors had spread among the military and population, fluctuating between an ancient vessel, possibly a weapon, to a new, deadly race whose murderous existance was being kept secret by the government. And the admiral informed the comms officer of the truth, told him to publicize it, told him why he needed to get to the nebula as fast as posible. He told him of the danger the object possessed, to both military, and everyone else. And with that, he ended the call, and sat down, brooding as he watched the subspace tunnel continue on his screen.