MAIN THREAD: Demands and Ultimatums (Invite)

[Storm]

With a flicker of pseudomotion and almost a rocking wall of sound, the ship emerged from hyperspace with what was almost an audible whump. The first ship was quickly followed by three more and, as it moved forwards to clear the vector, another set of, this time, five moved in. Aboard the bridge of the command ship, the Immortal Crusade, Eidur Macello turned from his standing position at the bridge to dispatch orders to his crew on board. "Ensign Yenk." Macello indicated a young man with his hand, who looked up, eagerly, at the Supreme Admiral of the Onderonian Fleet. "Signal the other ships in the fleet here. Inform them to prime weapons and ready bombardment in case we should meet any resistance. Inform them to target the insignificant settlements and southern hemisphere of the planet first if needs be, and move towards the main areas and, indeed, capital as resistance increases. I'm confident they won't even allow initial attempts at making their planet burn." Macello's jacket moved as he swung around again, to face out of the main window.

"And we don't want to destroy that which will soon be ours."

The cooperation of the Trandoshan government wasn't vital, although the cooperation of the Trandoshan people would be obviously preferable for the Onderonian cause to develop further. Insurrectionists from within their own "allies" wasn't wanted. It wasn't wanted at all. Macello knew much of subjugating a population, and whilst he didn't believe in the complete dominating and oppressing of a population favoured by the Republic and, to an extent, the Alsakan Union, he recognised that an effort would have to be made to ensure reasonably cordial relations whilst also making sure the Trandoshans did as they were told. But, with Onderon being incredibly superior to them, Macello was pretty sure they weren't complete idiots. "The King will be following once pacification has been made, whilst the Paladin on the ship here will accompany the King and I down to the planet's surface. The protection unit and bodyguards of the newly established Pry'tor'rheeyan Guard will be accompanying us." Macello instructed his junior officer.

"For now, however, I have a message to send."

Macello leant over to the transmission board, and held himself in a straight, military position as he began the transmission. "Government of Trandosha", Macello's voice was authoritative, loud, military-esque, "This is Supreme Admiral of the Onderonian Fleet Eidur Macello. I come here with a great number of ships, and more to come. The Onderonian fleet will not leave Trandoshan space until we have that which we want. We have enough ships to level your planet and wreak such destruction that you won't be able to return to your current status for aeons. But that's not what we want. What we want is something that can benefit both us and you. Onderon has aims, aims which will soon be realised. And we will need allies. You, Trandosha, can provide and benefit from this. Our terms for immediate surrender are simple; any vehicle larger than a command speeder will be turned over into Onderonian hands, whilst your military forces will return to their bases. You may retain your weapons. The fleet will remain here; any duplicity, and your planet will be levelled. We will discuss further arrangements in person." Macello paused.

"What's your response to this?"

The Trandoshans had little option other than to accept; they wouldn't be able to see their planet die, Macello knew. The Trandoshan ethos of honour wouldn't allow them to do such a thing. Then again, the ethos of honour might not allow surrender, either... Yet Macello was sure any ideals they might have would change if they saw turbolaser fire. The Pry'tor'rheeyan Guard was ready, in the shuttle, and Macello still thought they cut an impressive sight; tall, garbed in thick, black armour covering their whole body, with horned helmets and weapons all over them... They were dangerous, and very powerful. They were the new secret police of Onderon, as agreed between Macello and the King in the last meeting. Ah yes; the King. He'd have to contact the King and tell him all was ready for him to arrive and board the shuttle with Macello and the Paladin, when the surrender came in. Yes, when it came in; not if. Macello was sure it would come in.

"So, Trandosha, what's your answer?"

 

[Matt]

"I will not wait behind like some pathetic king from the other planets off this galaxy, I will lead from the front"

These were Jagged's words as he barracked one of his advisor's on the apparent lack of point to Jagged going to Trandosha, Yes his underlings were most certainly capable and they would no doubt do what he had instructed. However, Jagged was desperate to be at the front of this mission for two reasons, One for the sheer weight of power he was able to transmit now. Onderon had the alliance of one of the galaixes premier weapons manufacturers and would soon have a new ally and second he was on board the brand new flagship of the Onderonian fleet, barely out of the shipyard, The spotless mind was a fearsome ship by anyones standards.

"Bring us out of Hyperspace and place us behind The Admiral's ship, this is his show and I am not arrogant enough to steal someones limelight, my time will come when the conversation starts"

Jagged sat down pulling his tunic down smartly as the ship exited hyperspace, he cast a stern eye onto the surface of Trandosha as he straightened up and looked to his communication officer.

"Inform the Admiral ad High paladin I am here"

 

[Niner]

Alric Bram, high paladin of Onderon, sat in his small cabin aboard the ship he was on. The very same ship Admiral Macello was on. The lights in the cabin were lowered to a very dim glow as Alric ran a sharpening stone across the blade of his waraxe, sending sparks flying each time. Nowadays there were devices that could sharpen a blade to perfection in a second, but when one did that he lost the bonding a warrior acheives when he sharpens his weapons by hand. Alric tested the blade of the axes on one of his strands of long hair, it cut through the strand with next to no pressure applied, perfectly sharp. He moved on to his twin knives and after that took his father's sword down from it's plaque on the wall of his cabin.

As he started sharpening it there were three knocks on his door.

"Enter." he called, without stopping his sharpening, the sparks flying across the room from each mighty stroke with the stone.

A junior petty officer opened the door and stepped smartly into the doorway, even though he was obviously taken aback by the dim room and the grating noise of the sharpening, along with the sparks that lit the room briefly before dying out.
"Sir, the King has asked to have you informed that he has arrived."

At this Alric glanced up, the sword across his lap,
"Has Admiral Macello also been notified?" he asked

"Yes sir, he has."

Alric considered this for a minute and then stood, sliding the sword into it's sheath that was on his bed.

"Inform the Admiral I will be on the bridge momentarily should the King decide to join us for the consultations with the Trandoshans."


The junior petty officer noded, "Yes sir."

 

[Cailst]

"Well, we'll surrender our three corvettes. Two are at the space port and we'll send them up. One is currently exploring some areas of space that they've recently mapped out. We'll send it there when it returns. As for the military, they're already at their bases. We haven't had any problems recently that required the military to move around the planet." Bosk said in an easy going sort of manner. He wasn't overly worried.

One, it would be an utter waste of effort to blast Trandosha into oblivion. There were a lot of cities and nice rural areas. It would take a while to do that. And then they'd have to rebuild to make Trandosha useful. For the time it would take, surely some suspicious wookiee with a telescope would see some ships around Trandosha and wonder why they were there. Perhaps even alerting some of the higher authorities with ships.

Also, there were some means to effectively fight or be protected from whatever came out of the sky. If the Onderonian king were intelligent, he probably wouldn't do something drastic that would test any defenses of the planet.

However, Bosk just waited for the Onderonian response to see what they would do. Hopefully they would get out and stay out for a while as they weren't really wanted at the current moment.

 

[Niner]

Alric Bram strode down the hallways towards the bridge but a small beeping sound stopped him, his comm was ringing. He took it from his belt and spoke into it,
"High Paladin Bram speaking."
"Sir, the Admiral wishes for you to proceed straight to the shuttle."
"Very well, thank you."

Alric put the comm back on his belt and turned ninety degrees down a coridor that led to the shuttle. It was only a three minute walk at his brisk pace. HE liked to stay in shape, unlike many military commanders. He arrived at the shuttle and walked over to where the ramp was and turned to stand at attention facing the doorway to the hangar bay.

 

[Storm]

((OOC: Yes, I received permission to move Matt's character to stop a load of pointless posting.))

Macello was somewhat surprised at the arrival of the King's ship so soon after his. "My Lord, if your intention was to lead this and not remain behind then I apologise; I was not aware." As much as he was apologetic, his duty still lay with Trandosha. Opening up the communications channel again, he said: "If your three corvettes are all you have, then that's acceptable. Messages shall be sent to your third corvette detailing that it is under direct Onderonian control until further notice and will return to Trandosha as quickly as is possible. Any attempts at duplicity will be stopped. As long as no under hand dealing goes on, you and your people will be treated more as allies than subjugates. The first wave of ships and troops are landing now; your military personnel will remain in their bases whilst they're handed over to the Onderonian military temporarily and until further notice, while the meeting between myself, yourself and the King of Onderon ensues." Macello closed the channel; there was very little more he needed to say.

Four Pry'tor'rheeyan guards stepped up to flank him.

Macello's boots rang across the ship as he crossed over from the bridge, signalling to his deputy to take over whilst he was away. They knew where he was going. At his belt, the comlink buzzed; without breaking his stride, Eidur snapped it off his belt and flicked it on. "Macello."
"Sir, the military bases are secure, as is the palace. Resistance non-existent; they seem to have given it over without a fight."
"Good, commander. Make sure security's tight; the King himself will be down on the planet."
"Yes sir."
Macello snapped it off as quickly as he'd snapped it out, clipping it at his belt as he made his way to the hangar within the ship. The shuttle to take them to the planet below sat there, in it's berth, as Macello stepped up towards it, his guards lining either side of the gangway as he made his way in before following him inside once he'd boarded. There'd been no Trandoshan resistance that he knew of as yet.

Which didn't mean that there wouldn't be.

No sooner had Macello boarded the shuttle than it lifted off, the gangplank lifting up from behind him as he looked out of the viewport at the planet below, as he made his way towards the bridge. An Ensign stepped up to him as he made his way, Macello signalling for him to proceed. "Sir, the King is on board, in his private quarters. He's aware we're under way."
Macello nodded; that'd speed things up somewhat.
"Good. We'll be arriving shortly in any case."
Relaxing into the command chair, Macello idly watched the pilots as they steered the ship towards the planet below. He wondered how the Trandoshans felt, as another planet - species, even - took control of all they'd worked towards without so much as a by your leave. If we lose to the Republic, we could be the same. The thought crept into his mind. No. I will not let that happen. Came Macello's mental response. Besides, the Trandoshans would be treated well.

All they'd have to do, really, is fight.

The shuttle jolted as it put down within a courtyard in the Trandoshan palace, Onderonian troops in their distinctive uniform flocking around the shuttle to secure the area so as to prevent any threat to the lives of their King, Supreme Admiral and Paladin. The Paladin had already boarded, from what Macello had been told, which was good; he didn't want to have to wait around. "Guards." Macello stood up, the guards moving around him as he signalled for them to make a flanking honour guard on either side of the gangplank as it levelled out. The guards nodded, doing so, Macello motioning for the Paladin to follow him. "Inform his majesty that we've arrived." Macello said to the same Ensign as before. Macello would make sure the area was secure first, however, to keep the safety of his King intact. Stepping out into the air of the world below, the fearful faces of Trandoshans looking over at what they must see as almost an invader, Macello smiled, to reassure them. No. There were enough Guards anyway, and there was no threat here. It was safe for the King.

"I present his Royal Majesty King Jagged Fel of Onderon."

 

[Matt]

"Admiral"

Jagged moved out of the shuttle onto the deck looking over his soldiers as they looked at him with that glint of steel he tried to instill in them, that sense off supreme confidence in there leadership, ability and of course there ability to triumph in any situation. This was something Jagged modeled himself on and he did his damn best to stick to this way of life. Sadly he could only look for a moment as his eyes were drawn to the Trandoshans looking him over intently, such a strange species that he had most interesting plans for.

"Situation report Admiral, which one of these barbarians wants a chat"

 

[Lavi]

((Xeno has been invited in, on my discretion based on Matt's wants for the thread. My involvement depends on the thread's progression. Carry on.))​

 

[Demiurge]

Space was always an empty void. There was always an irony to it, as space also made up most of the galaxy. On Trandosha, a corvette ship known as the Serpent's Howl, was on a standard procedure patrolling route, overseeing a recently charted territory of space. Amidst the hollow vacuum, a ravaged starship drifted aimlessly.

"Captain Kysshh, please report to the bridge." said a helmsman of the Serpent's Howl, "Our long-range sensor array has detected some sort of spatial anatomy. Judging from its size and structure, it is most likely a starcruiser." The captain was resting in his quarters when he received his transmission. Though tired, Kysshh was a typical sentient of discipline. He couldn't abide keeping work delayed or tardiness. Racing to the bridge, Kysshh approached the helmsman. "What is its status?", he asked.

"Largely inactive, sir. Sensors are reading minimal levels of life support functions, electromagnetic production, and numerous fractures and breaches in the ship's hull." The Howl's captain sat down in the designated seat for the ship's commander. "This sector was charted only recently." mused Kysshh, "There should not be anything out here, let alone a dead or dying starcruiser. Helmsman Yushhk, direct the Howl towards the unidentified starship. Lieutenant Siisk, prepare a boarding party for the inspection of the vessel."

As the Serpent's Howl approached the seemingly scarred vessel, a masked assassin clad in armor, who gave himself the moniker of Altair, leaned against a large metal pillar inside the ship's hangar. If all went as his employer said, it would be expected that a Trandoshan partrol ship would infiltrate the 'scarred' ship. The space sector had been recently mapped, so seeing something as unusual as a battered ship would attract anyone's attention. All that remained was to watch and wait for their arrival.

Of course, Altair was in space. His suit relied on sound for detection, which in the airless space, was virtually useless. His bionic eye, which relied on heat signatures, was also less practical in the cold void, though with a large enough source of heat, could still work as an effective system for detection. As Altair stared through the hangar door, a fairly large aura began to appear. Eventually, a massive-sized source of heat began to reveal itself. "So it's finally here?" said Altair, propping himself up from leaning. "Rosemary, it's time."

 

[Storm]

"The King of Trandosha, my Lord, is who wishes to speak; his name is Bosk Richeese, and I believe he's that," and here Macello lowered his voice so that only the King could hear, "particularly big and ugly specimen that I believe's sitting on the throne over there. He doesn't seem as if he's in the mood for any major conflict of any sort, but you can never be too sure. If he tries anything, we'll make sure he dies first and that you get out of here first, my Lord. The Trandoshans won't get any sort of victory, however small, today. All their soldiers are restricted to their military barracks, and the Palace here is secure. If they play nice, we'll eventually be able to give them more freedom and our "alliance" will be all fine and dandy, with more collaboration and less restriction. Until then, however, the safety of you, my King, and the other members of Onderon is vital, and we won't allow any lizards, sentient or otherwise, to harm them." Macello nodded towards the King. "Coercion or intimidation might work well, but persuasion might be a better first bet, King."

Didn't want them resenting the Onderonians already now.

At his belt, Macello's comlink buzzed; he hadn't expected to have been called, and he'd completely forgotten to mute it. Snapping it up and off, with a hint of annoyance, he answered. "Yes, this is the Supreme Admiral."
"Sir, we believe we've found the last corvette. They've not been aiming to pull in. They might not have received our message yet, and they're investigating something in Trandoshan space."
Macello frowned. "Send three ships over and tell them to pull in or report what they're doing for clearance. If they resist, destroy them."
"Acknowledged, Admiral."
"If needs be, I'm still open."
"Thank you, Admiral. We'll move in and intercept."
"The decisions are to rest with your Captain," Macello stated, before further considering. "Any major ones, however, are to go through me first. If it needs to be destroyed, try and make it look inconspicuous, or dispose thoroughly of the evidence." The last part was said in a whisper.
"Yes, sir. Out."

***​

Two of the ships that approached the ship that the Onderonians had since identified as the Serpent's Howl were bigger, slightly slower yet would be able to destroy it should needs be. The third was smaller, faster, lighter, that should be able to outmanoeuvre the ship if it somehow managed to escape the firestorm of the other. That was, of course, presuming that it would come to a fight.
"Corvette Serpent's Howl, this is Captain Luthar Espis of the Onderonian navy. Trandosha is now under Onderonian control, as agreed by the Kings of both our planets. You're required to pull in back to Onderon, unless you have another motive. If you do have another motive, report it now and it'll be sent to our Supreme Admiral for clearance. Be advised; if you resist we will, repeat we will, use deadly force."
Captain Espis keyed off, and leant forwards, calling over an Ensign.
"Ensign, is that a... is that a ship?"
The Ensign considered. "Well, it was sir. Shall we open fire?"
Espis leant back.

"No. I want to know what they're doing first."

 

[Lavi]

((Since Niner doesn't want to take two roles here, I'm going to have to take his place.))

She didn't like being in an environment where it only took a single mechanical failure, and potentially be dead. In any case, the assassin that went by the alias of "Rosemary" arched her back backwards, stretching her spine. Unlike her companion, Rosemary merely wore hard leather.

Despite the battle-damaged appearance of the ship, it was still capable of maintaining an atmosphere (albeit not a strong one), which allowed her to remain inside without having to don a bulky environmental suit. A box-like generator was strapped to her back, composing most of her weight.

"I'm through with being here. Let's just get this over with," she murmured. She took a peek from a viewport, and saw not one, but four shining blimps of metal. Onderonian vessels? Possibly; hopefully one of them was the expected Trandoshan corvette. The mission cannot proceed without it.

 

[Demiurge]

Captain Kysshh leaned in his chair, awaiting the pending report from the task force he sent inside the battered starcruiser. He extended his talons, grating them against his thick, reptilian skin. Kysshh was not one known for exhibiting paranoiac or overly suspicious behavior, but such circumstances were anything but normal.

"Captain Kysshh, we have three corvette-class ships inbound!"
Kysshh immediately dropped his hand and turned his head to the helmsman, then to the communications officer, who informed him of an incoming priority message.
"Captain Espis, this is Captain Kysshh of the Serpent's Howl. We hereby acknowledge orders to pull back to Onderon, and express our desire to avoid needless conflict. This starship's crew is currently undergoing an investigation of an unidentified vessel located in this region. We request that we be allowed to complete our ongoing investigation for security procedures and safty precautions."

***
​

The task force from the Serpent's Howl were still in their initial stages of searching the starship. Altair had climbed high onto the hanger walls. They'd most likely ignore the hangar, or most locations of the ship, at first, and look for the bridge in order to retrieve the ship's datalogs and records. After the task force had left the hanger, Altair dropped back down, and opened the door into the Serpent's Howl docking bridge. Altair then turned to signal Rosemary, and entered the docking bridge. If all went well, there would be minimal security.

 

[Lavi]

"Split up and meet back here when the ship reaches the destination," Rosemary hissed as she followed the other in. It's easier to hide in smaller numbers.

The female assassin activated her cloaking device, and her form disappeared from view. Slight disturbances in the scene outlined her body when the assassin moved, and Rosemary moved away. The cloaking period did not last very long: twenty to thirty seconds at maximum, so she had to find a hiding spot quickly. The escape pod bay seemed to be a suitable place.

As Rosemary's cloaking device came to its limit, the assassin slipped into the bay. Her leather armor's dark colors helped mask her as she curled into a nook, out of the vision of possible security cameras, and waited.

 

[Cailst]

"It would be a better bet, now what exactly do you propose for this Onderonian-Trandoshan alliance?" Bosk said as he saw his guests arrive in his palace. He had plenty of guards to discourage any violence on the part of the Onderonians. Also, should the Onderonian king still try any violence, Bosk had devices implanted into the palace to ensure that any dangerous guests would not escape alive.

However, if the king wanted violence, he probably wouldn't be on Trandosha. Trandosha did offer many assets to any ally such as population, martial ability, bounty hunting ability, materials, and others. Hopefully, Jagged would make reasonable requests so he would be able to partake in a successful Trandoshan-Onderonian alliance.

 

[Storm]

Espis nodded. "Desire a smart move, Captain." He leant back, and considered. What was this ship, what were they investigating and what could it entail? It wouldn't harm to scramble a few ships, for security's sake. "Cruiser Glorious Epoch, requesting additional ships for protection's sake. We've no idea what they've uncovered."
"Acknowledged, Captain." Came the cool reply. "They're heading your way."
Espis nodded, and smiled. Whatever possible threat this ship posed, the Onderonian navy would be able to blast it out the air. After all, it was a hulking wreck, for God's sakes. But to tell the Trandoshans first...
"You may investigate your wreckage, Captain Kysshh. I want it to be well known on your part, however, that we want no betrayal or duplicity. You're also to report to us, please, on whatever you find in there. We'll provide escort and coverage in case of any rebel factions on the way back to planet." That was, indeed, true; some Trandoshans might not like peaceful surrender.

But Espis was here to help men like Kysshh if they agreed.

***​

At the time the Trandoshan King first replied, Macello was more interested in arranging better security. "All forces, report. Events at military bases. Any?"
A chorus of negatives came back, showing that the Trandoshans had shown minimal resistance whatsoever. Even if the King wanted to stage a pointless minor revolution to eject the Onderonians, he couldn't now. Not with those troops.
"Good. Order an extra battalion of troops. Have a secure perimeter set up around the Palace, preferably over the open ground so that there's no way anyone can enter without being seen first. Nobody gets in or out without my clearance. Order the fleet to fire on any ship that doesn't land outside the perimeter when asked and attempt to apply for access to the palace. No exemptions to this, apart from myself, the King and the Paladin. The King of Onderon, that is. Chances are if the King of Trandosha wants to go without my say so it's not a good thing." Macello smiled; he couldn't see the King of Trandosha fleeing, to be fair.

More than likely his own Trandoshans would kill him.

Macello stepped in so that the King had little need to, the security arrangements made. He still smiled at the idea that the Trandoshan King still saw this as a pure alliance; any alliance would see Onderon given veto power and the casting vote in matters. Still, if it kept them happy then they could call it enslaving Onderon for all Macello cared. "King Richeese," Macello interjected, looking around as the Onderonian guards held back the Trandoshans. If Macello's life-sign signals cut out, as did the Kings, the fleet would fire anyway; the Trandoshans couldn't win from this. Most realised this; none were struggling, at least. "These negotiations should be conducted in private. If you wish to bring a number of special guards, that would be fine, but such negotiations should be conducted in private and private alone. Do you have such a place?" Macello was annoyed that this King was foolish enough to think to try it in public... Signalling to the Pry'tor'rheeyan guard to follow when they moved, Macello waited for the King's answer.

Which, of course, Macello was sure would be one of agreement.

 

[Cailst]

"It will be private." He said. Then turning to his fellow trandoshans, he said, "Leave this palace for now, I will call you back when this discussion with these Onderonians is finished."

Everyone except the guards left through the official trap door as they only left at a certain signal.

"Now what do you propose for this alliance?" he said turning back to the Onderonians.

For the most part it was private at the moment. Anyone else who would have been in the palace had left through one means or another. After all, if something were to happen, it would be best not to have many important people concentrated anyways. The connections with the outside world were fairly limited and largely were for surveillance work to ensure miscreants didn't enter. The controls were fairly far from the capital under the command of several guards who didn't get out much. They were also dispersed through the area to ensure that multiple eyes were watching the palace. If something wrong were to happen, they would alert the appropriate people to fix the problem.

 

[Demiurge]

Altair veered away from Rosemary, not ever bothering to respond. He doubted she would have waited for one, anyways however. It neither typical, practical, or necessary. The armored assassin reached a long hallway, which was patrolled by several guards. Altair leapt onto the metallic wall, taking advantage of his suit's magnetic anatomy hardpoints. Even so, however, the high ceiling would never conceal him for more than several seconds.

Using his bionic eye, Altair telescopically zoomed towards an area near the far end of the hall. There was a duct, which obviously led into the ship's ventilation shafts. If any place was safe on his side, it would be the shafts; no guards, no cameras, no monitoring of any kind, save for basic and essential functionality reports and information - nothing he'd need to worry about. Atop of the ceiling, Altair activated his stealth device and hastily, while being as quiet as possible, crawled down the hallway ceiling.

The thunderous humming and occasional electronic beeping of ship's numerous mechanisms aided in concealing the already subtle metallic clanks of Altair's ultrachrome suit making contact with the durasteel ship. The cloaking device was imperfect, however. Every so often, Altair's physical form who start phasing back, and the reflection of the ceiling lights made his nigh-perfectly visible. Even more pressing, was the time limit Altair knew had been approaching.

He'd been crawling for several seconds, and as quick as possible. Speed was of the essence, but it would all be for naught if someone detected him via sound. Ten seconds passed... then fourteen... then nineteen. By twenty-two, the cloaking field began shorting out as Altair had reached the ventilation duct. Inside, Altair saw the large atmospheric generator at the bottom of a large shaft the duct led to. It's open sides were brilliantly aglow.

Altair recognized the glow being highly ionized plasma used to purify the air supply. It was quite surprising for him, as from what he's seen, such quality reactors were usually specially-ordered, rarely placed on mass produced-type ships.

Purified oxygen? I didn't think lizards were that fastidious about their air.

***

Kysshh hissed, almost snarled, under his breath; mouth closed, and teeth clinched. "Understood, Captain Espis. Once my task force returns, I'll inform you of their report." Kysshh lightly scrapped his talons against his metal chair. It galled and disguisted him that he was effectively being forced to surrender his ship and his command, but to do otherwise would result in sure annihilation. However prideful Kysshh was, he was neither a fool nor suicidial.

After some twenty minutes, Kysshh's task force returned, and Kysshh beghan his report to Espis, "The task force returned from the wrecked ship." Kysshh accessed a datapad attatched to the end of the arm of his chair to retrieve the report directly. "Apparently, there were not any datalogs or ship records onboard. Materially, they were there, but no evidence of them having been erased could be found, and they obviously were not ejected. It appears that there were never any logs on the ship to begin with."

Kysshh paused in his report, contemplating on the information. Extreme suspcion arouse in his head immedietaly. The ship may have been planted or stolen. Yet he could not ignore the fact that it was heavily damaged. Whatever the case, there was something previously at work in the sector. Returning to the briefing, Kysshh read on, "The vessel was swept. No signs of life or activity. Minimal presence of atmospheric support, and no obvious indication of potential security impeachment."

Reaching the end of the report, Kysshh then closed the briefing and deactivated the datapad. Anyone could see that something was abnormal, especiallty considering the circumstances. "For all intents and purposes, Captain Espis," he began, "that ship reveals itself as little more than a carved, metal astroid."
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[Storm]

Espis nodded. "As clarification, Captain, your command will remain intact. Providing that orders are followed and insubordination is nonexistent, you and the rest of the Trandoshans will not have such things affected. Merely the overall command structure will change. Report to the area outside the perimeter set up by Supreme Admiral Macello. Return your corvette to landing pad BZ12 before making your way to Military Base A6 barracks 3 for lodging, temporarily. Your ship will be kept in good condition, and your command will be returned to you after an inspection. We'll escort you in." Espis paused. "First, though," he said, "I want you to blow that ship wreckage into dust." He didn't care if the Trandoshans had found anything on it. Anything valuable they'd have on their ship, which would be searched. Anything dangerous they'd have left behind, and this would solve their problem. Anything irrelevant and it'd be the same.

"Do it now and we'll escort you down."

 

[Matt]

"I will be honest with you, when I say alliance I mean a subjegated population under my control, your population, economy and most importantly military will be under my soul control on all matters, those are my terms and they are completely non negotiate able"

One of the main points of political maneuvering on such a scale was to lay ones cards on the table form the beginning, he knew what he wanted and he always got what he wanted.

 

[Demiurge]

He's worked out all the angles, though Kysshh. If anything, Espis was not a fool, and that alone garnered a degree of Kysshh's respect. "Very well, Captain Espis." Kysshh turned to the ship's communications officer. They weren't currently in battle situation, so their defense composed of only automated railguns. Kysshh gave orders to the comm. officer to summon the Serpent Howl's gunners. In the meantime, Kysshh ordered the helmsman to turn the ship to starboard, and alerted the crew to brace for a broadside recoil.

The ship's gunners arrived on deck, armed the ship's weaponry functions. "All batteries, open fire on the unidentified vessel immedietaly." said Kysshh. Railgun battery cannons opened fire on the ravaged vessel, further crippling the aimless ship. After several seconds of weaponfire upon the defenseless ship, the ship exploded, falling apart. After the destruction of the vessel, Kysshh ordered the helmsman to direct the ship towards the designated coordinates, located outside of Supreme Admiral Macello's perimeter.