OMAKE (I really hope that this never becomes canon) Crossover between ASWAH and Stellaris:
Lieutenant Lefebvre slipped the straw into his pocket. Of course, it was easily short enough to fit.
Now all he had to do was knock on the Commodore's private quarters and deliver yet another dose of bad news. Fun.
He squared his shoulders and had the dumb AI in his rank pin ask for entry.
The door hissed open. Inside, a dark-haired man was getting up, quickly crossing the room.
"Commodore Ellison?" said the Lieutenant. "Sorry to disturb you in your off-hours, but there's been a proximity alert we don't have the authority to deal with."
Ellison swore.
"It's the Dragon-man again, isn't it? What's he done now?"
Poor Lefebvre nodded.
"Spaceflight, sir. Psy-powered. Still no sign he can detect us. But he
is coming up, and the gunnery wants to confirm previous orders to fire on intruders."
"Belay that." The Commodore sighed. "We're not fighting the natives yet. Did they respond to hails?"
"I don't--" "No, I'll just go to the bridge myself," interrupted the Commodore. "Thank you".
As Commodore Ellison strode towards the bridge, Lefebvre tried to suppress a relieved sigh. Stress hadn't been good to the ship's commander, and so he hadn't been good to the last sucker who'd had to bring him this kind of bad news. After androids and genetic engineering, the locals had somehow discovered space travel.
Arriving on the bridge, Commodore Ellison repeated his last orders and took stock of the situation.
The usual system summary hologram had the planets, the defense stations, their vessel - and now another shape setting out into the void, towards the moon of the inhabited world. He had his optical display emphasize the new vessel's notes, but they were mostly unknowns. Unknown propulsion systems, unknown composition, unknown armaments, unknown communication systems, unknown class... At least it was a sign the local Teleportation methods had limits. And though they hadn't responded to hails, it wasn't coming this way at all.
Well then.
"A moment of your time please?"
He gestured to a woman in a midnight blue uniform just like his, but without the star. She followed him off the bridge.
For years she'd been a trustworthy second-in command. But today she was a suspect, like everybody else.
He gave an exhausted sigh.
"Krazitz... Any new internal reports?"
"Investigations are almost finished. Operations have handed everything over." Her expression twisted. "Nothing. All agents accounted for and polygraphed, all communications reviewed. No sign of the mole. It must be in the system defense stations somehow."
"They certainly can't communicate with anyone planetside." He grit his teeth. "We must have a mole. It's the only explanation for the Targaryen advances so far. Maybe he really can run a kingdom on psy-powered individuals, but improved smithing, androids, and now space travel certainly aren't ideas native to this culture. Someone has to be feeding him knowledge. Could it be the Maesters? A loyalist on their side?"
She gave a warning look to an ensign passing through the corridor. Once she'd hurried past, Krazitz answered. "Of course not. You know as well as I do that Investigations did a full sweep of their tower first thing. Everyone involved is loyal, and information security and psy-defences are literally all they're good at - at least at home. Spies and drones are still having trouble getting into the pocket dimension tower-school, of course. And they hate Viserys more than anyone - they've asked us to bomb his islands back to the stone age
again this morning."
He chuckled. "Same spiel as usual?"
"Of course. Inborn predisposition to madness and megalomania, uncontrolled psy-power, dangerous pacts with Hell..." She sniffed in exaggerated disdain. "We've proven quite conclusively that their summons are just psychic constructs, but will they believe us? Oh no, moldy records written to appease illiterate priests must be more trustworthy than our researchers. And spaceships must be magic!"
They shared a laugh at the expense of the locals for a moment, but the situation was too sobering for it to last.
"Ellison, there's only one explanation left. I know it's crazy, but..."
"We'll be needing better psychic shielding. He may have the range to read out minds from across a start system, but we have technology. We'll figure out a countermeasure soon, I'm sure of it. I'll be putting more resources into this project now."
She nodded. "It can wait an hour until you're back on shift, Jake. We need a properly rested commander to untangle all this safely." She slipped back into full professionalism. She was on the clock, after all. "Any new orders before I return to my post, sir?"
There was a long pause. And then the exhausted Commodore stood taller, and in his gaze was the confidence that had gotten them through so many bad spots before.
"I'll be adjusting the plan again tomorrow. This psy resurgence has been interesting to study, but it's been too disruptive to our operations. Every month a new major psychic entity turns up in some temple, and the odds of seeing the main threats kill each other off are worsening. I'm not saying we'll actually go for an orbital bombardment - that unlikely to kill the more dangerous psychics around, and having teleporting etheral assassins coming after our command staff seems unpleasant - but don't put more resources into our current ground-based operations for now. Those plans are a dead end based on incomplete information, and the situation is too chaotic for us to depend on current local contacts."
Her composure broke, and she looked visibly shocked. He pressed on.
"We'll be making direct contact, and damn the subtle approach. High Command will understand, and the scientists will be too fascinated by what the specimens can do to complain too much about our methods."
OOC: Viserys has no idea about any of this. The poor space age civilisation wasn't expecting to find a D&D setting though, and it's pretty damn confused about things.
I may continue this if anyone is interested. Either field agents encountering "spontaneous psychic effects" for the first time, or a direct meeting between Viserys and these "extraplanar invaders".