Yes, you read the first version, but due to confusion with the background and storyline, I’ve decided to completely re-work it. I have a feeling you will like this :)
The ship shook violently as Admiral DuGalle entered his large room. He could see the zerg swarming out his window. This was the endgame, and desperate times called for desperate measures. The flagship was preparing to jump to transwarp on a coarse to earth. But the ship was damaged extensively, and a jump would cause the ship to be flooded with deathly amounts of radiation. Even then the flagship was being surrounded by fellow ships to protect it.
DuGalle Opened his personal safe and then stuck a large vile filled with blue liquid and a binder filled with papers inside. He secured it in foam and then shut and locked the safe. This secret cargo would one day save the Milky Way galaxy. DuGalle put the key around his neck and began to make a transmission to earth. The ships sirens blared as the ship began to charge for the jump. DuGalle finished his message as the final sirens blared. He then locked his office up so that only the code or explosive could open it.
His sight went blurry as the ship began to jump to transwarp. There was a violent jult and the motion knocked DuGalle down. But just as fast it became calm and quiet. He saw the small red light blink, indicating deadly amounts of radiation. These were his final moments; he turned on some music and sat in his chair, the case containing the secret cargo in his lap. He glanced at his transmission and read it in his head.
DuGalle pulled out his pistol and rubbed it with sadness. But he knew it was better this way. He put it to his head and pulled the trigger. He died knowing that he gave his galaxy a fighting chance for a battle yet to come.
137 years in the future, on earth.
A graying bearded man sat in the corner of a near deserted bar. It was dark outside, and the bar was scarcely light. The man called for another drink in a deep commanding voice. The tender came and poured a glass of vodka.
“Late night Mr. Ross?”
Before Ross could finish his sentence, a tall man clothed in a uniform approached the table.
“I’d like some privacy for a bit tender.”
The tender nodded and went back to the bar. Soon the man was in front of Ross.
“Old Ross Dmitri! I wasn’t sure you’d show up.
“Coronal Roska, it’s been a while comrade, I need some action before I get to old.”
Roska sat down as Ross enjoyed his vodka.
“This assignment is, one of a lifetime, Ross. I’m afraid that I’ll need to quiz you on your history.”
“You know of the United Earth Directorate’s mission. To venture and take control of the krupulu sector and secure its resources and assets for the Directorate. As well as to eliminate resistance.”
“I’m not a school boy anymore Roska.”
“Well then you are also familiar with Admiral final DuGalle’s transition to earth.”
“Here’s the news. We detected UED ships on long range sensors 48 hours ago. Since that time We’ve been assembling a team to check it out. It's badly damaged and still drifting from their original course to earth. There may be no action Ross, but it will be historical.
“So this is not military necessarily?”
“There will be a few of us, but we will be escorting scientists and historians.”
“Ah, why not, I’m in.”