Hack the station's controls, get all incoming and outgoing traffic logs along with security feeds. Also trace the station's owner's ID.
((Hacking bonus doesn't apply, this time; sorry.))
[1] The station seems impossible to hack into, at the moment, the systems on full lock down. [9] But, the security feed is still being sent, bounced off a number of proxy servers and comms towers, but, after some tracking, you find it's linked to a terminal in an Interfeed Cafe on Sisyphus City, on New Luna. It only takes a moment, but your soon listening in and watching a conversation. [9][1] The station belongs to Serket Communications Unlimited, who went out of business with the coming of the Interfeed, but otherwise, you can't find out who owns it.
Fire EMPs at the strange ship, and launch a boarding party.
[8]The EMPs stall the ship in it's slow, ponderous movement towards yours, just long enough for you to launch a boarding party, consisting of most of your troops and men. [6] They avoid the protrusions and missile-fire, and well, board the ship. [8+2 vs 10+?] You and your men, upon boarding the strange ship, encounter a number of fleshy tentacles, rising up from the walls like Slurm snakes to lunge at you and dig barbed claws into flesh. Many fall to these hooked tentacles, forcing you to hold the hallway to the only boarding vessel still left.
[5+2 vs 10+?] Then 'they' emerge from the lower decks, scaled, beaked, tentacled monstrosities, who begin to rip through the already wounded and weak boarding party, forcing you and your kind into a retreat, to the last ship available.
[5+2 vs 7] You manage to fight off a horde of them by yourself, before slipping into the ship, heavily wounded, bleeding from a number of wounds and you slip into a deep unconsciousness upon reaching the safety of your own Capital Ship.
[2] When you awake, your sense of smell is muted, nearly gone, and your limbs feel numb.
[10] Luckily, perhaps, your fleet is now holed up on some moon a few orbits in from the planet, resting, much like you. A number of wounded, however, mention symptoms like you describe, and there's been a few cases of the wounded getting up and killing whoever was caring for them.
Leak the footage and info found about Regina Mays all over the Federation net and in various less-than-respectable news services - as an anonymous source, of course.
[7] The footage and info causes a scandal, which [9] causes Regina Mays to drop out of the race, giving a speech about it with a flushed face and carefully slinking back to her home planet with her tail between her legs.
[10] The identity of who first leaked this info is never revealed or discovered, [??] except by one person.
Travel to Voandrath for the Council.
[6] The council has a number of parties, all crowded and hunched together, talking softly to one another about the absence of General Versen. Maxwell Hayes is here, wearing a shiny business suit, wearing a tie patterned with red skulls, and looking incredibly bored as he sips something that looks like water, speaking to a few old men who seem intent on discussing Rotor-wave functions, or some such nonsense.
[6] A few people nod to you, shifting in their suits or pompous decorations to glance at you. One woman, wearing a strict, no nonsense suit, seems uncomfortable here, often checking her wristpad.
[3] A few others give you dirty looks and scowls, dressed in fine silks, looking a bit out of place in the number of business suits or formal military wear.
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