It was a snowy but calm day on the planet of Digneron. On the surface, dry ice harvesters were doing their work while vast arrays of supply vehicles delivered the collected materials to refineries, while in orbit, there was a massive fleet of Cynopharon warships escorting a modified Galactic Harvester. It was a place that could only be described as otherworldly. The ship had been made by the Cynopharon Empire as a part of a large-scale military project called "Project Warper", intended to refit space vessels, more specifically superweapons, with time travel drives. Overseeing this project was one Maximillian Helenn Schrerzing, who was the supreme commander of the imperial Cynopharon military. He was in his office complex, located within the city of Port Ordcus, talking to a high ranking technician who was up in space. "How's it looking?" he asked. "Well, I think we're finally ready," the technician said excitedly. "I've got all the data from the first test run, and it looks like everything worked perfectly." "Alright then. I think we're ready to test out the Galactic Harvester." Max responded. He then began preparing to leave the surface, as he was the one personally assigned by Emperor Armageddon to command the ship once modifications were complete. After a few seconds, the door opened, and four Cynopharon soldiers entered the room. "Supreme Commander Maximillian," the lead soldier said. "We have confirmation on your orders. We are now ready to begin." "Excellent. Follow me, soldiers." Max replied. The group quickly left the building, heading for the Venture-class Gunship parked at the docking bay. They entered the gunship, and flew off. Soon they reached their destination, where the Galactic Harvester was waiting. The vessel was already fully operational. Max and his cadre of guards headed for the bridge of the ship, which took a while considering the fact it was literally as large as a small moon. After around an hour, they finally arrived. "Start up the warp drive." Max ordered to all in the very spacious bridge. "Let's see what you can do." A series of lights illuminated on the bridge roof, indicating that the warp drive was starting up. Finally, after a minute or so, the ship began moving and successfully entered warp space. A large screen on top of the bridge entrance read "TIME UNTIL ARRIVAL AT DESTINATION: 30 MINUTES". The journey was going pretty normally, until the son of Max and lead technician aboard the ship Nathan Scherzing, hurriedly ran to his father. "I... have very... bad... news!" Nathan stated. Max looked alarmed. "What is it?" He asked. "Is something wrong with the ship?" "So... uh.... we're not headed towards our intended destination. I checked the warp drive and found out it wasn't adjusted properly, and due to the extremely slight error, we... are... now off cour-" Before he could finish his response, Nathan as well as Max began to feel the floor shake. Soon, they could see from the bridge windows that the spacetime highway they were travelling through had shifted from a calm yellow to a raging purplish red. They were then suddenly slammed all the way to the back of the bridge, which did not injure them, however it did disorient them a bit.
(continuation) "What was that?!" Max yelled. "Was that the ship shifting dimensions?! Are we okay?!" The ship began shaking more, and was also being struck by waves of debris. Fortunately, the Galactic Harvester's shields prevented any dents from appearing on its hull. Suddenly, the spacetime highway became a blinding shade of white, as if someone had detonated a thousands flashbangs in space. In a matter of seconds, the harvester exited warp space and appeared in the middle of a gigantic space battle just above planet Kepler. "WHAT IN THE SUPREME LEADER'S NAME JUST HAPPENED?!" Nathan yelled. "Hold on, what the... WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WESTERN FRONT IN THE CREWMATE-IMPOSTOR WAR!!!" The Galactic Harvester had ended up in the Crewmate-Impostor War, a conflict between the Crewmate Federation and the Impostor Empire, which was the precursor to the Cynopharon Empire. The war was only a year old at this point, and had already claimed the lives of millions of people. "This is the worst possible time! Why didn't you set the coordinates correctly?!" Max shouted. "This time period is the one we're supposed to be, but we're not in the correct REAL SPACE LOCATION! I inputted the proper TIME coordinates, but I assume the person assigned to type in the physical real space location fell asleep or something." His son responded. Max, not knowing what else to do, called Supreme Leader Armageddon via hologram, as he possessed much more knowledge on the time period the ship was in than anyone else in the entire Cynopharon Empire. Max activated the hologram table, and called the supreme leader, who quickly responded. "Commander Maximillian, why is it that you have called me?" Armageddon asked. "My ship has encountered an unfortunate incident. We somehow ended up in the middle of the Siege of Kepler during the Crewmate-Impostor War Please advise." Max said. "I see. I'll be coming there myself." Armageddon replied. "Destroy any attacking Crewmate or Impostor vessels in the meantime." The hologram then closed. "We're to destroy enemy ships, correct?" An admiral on board asked. "Yes, but only fire at those trying to shoot as us." Max said. After a few minutes, a dark portal opened, and the supreme leader came out of it. "Maximillian, I'll take command of the ship from here." He stated. "Is everyone on board the Galactic Harvester doing fine?" "They're fine, sir, at least according to the communications department on ship." "Alright."
