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Zendikarofthewest

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The broadside lasers slowly power down, as do the main turrets. However they still remain pointed at the corvette.
After a second, the comms channel crackles to life again
There. We have complied with youe request. Shall we begin the..diplomacy? We are from the Alkonester confederation, noble under the gaze of Brokenheart.

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Zendikarofthewest The corvette gives them a brief and to the point comms response. They will be asked to send a diplomat and only a diplomat (security is allowed) to Atachi station orbiting around Ozon. From there, diplomatic relations can begin. The corvette closes its missile doors to show that it is not a threat to the Alkonester Confederation.

Zendikarofthewest

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And so it begins. Let the serpant feed its fangs.
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From the bottom of the cruiser, a bulky, yet startlingly maneuverable transport emerges. upon reciving the coordinates, it makes a quick FTL jump, emerging precisely two hundred meters from the station. After emerging from warp, a voice can be heard over comms.
This is Diplomatic Transport, requesting docking coordinates.

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Zendikarofthewest When the small transport exists ftl, it is greeted by the station as well as a couple of ships defending it. The transport passes underneath the underbelly of a large arrowhead like destroyer, who's point defence cannons remain cold. The transport sees the path towards the docking portion of the station as the large doors open for it to berth.

Crew in environmental suits can be seen moving cargo across the hangar as well as transporting it across the stations outer surface.

Zendikarofthewest

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As the craft comes in for a landing, it does two, very small, warps. One to correct its alignment relative to the docking bay, and another to get within twenty meters of the bay.

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Zendikarofthewest The craft berths and awaits the all clear signal saying it is safe for them to leave their craft.

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After receiving the all clear, the hatch opens, and three people step out. All are relatively small, about 5'0", and, are clad in green and grey diplomatic robes.

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Zendikarofthewest

The diplomats are given the instruction to enter through a door leading them out of the stations hangar. A larger man by the name of Governor Pilus greets them. As is the human custom, he holds out a hand, much to the chagrin of his advisors and the ONI agent accompanying him. He slowly in English asks them to accompany him to a banquet hall prepared onboard the station. The large wooden table positioned in the centre of the room was filled with delicacies and delicious juice laden fruits shipped in from far off agro-worlds.

Zendikarofthewest

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The first, apparently the leader, takes his hand in a firm handshake. After entering the banquet hall, he introduces himself as Rj'lkani, the Alkonesterian ambassador.

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Zendikarofthewest They are motioned to sit, and are offered anything at the table.
Governor Pilus makes a grand gesture pulling a chair back to sit across from his guests.

To get into the nitty gritty of things, he asks simply who they are…

Zendikarofthewest

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They sit down.
We are the Alkonester Confederation, guardians of the Broken World.
Whatever this 'Broken World' is, they seem to treat it with some reverence.

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Zendikarofthewest As a greedier man, his eyes light up, intrigued by this "Broken World", the governor, asks "What is this Broken World you speak of? From the way you speak about it, it seems to be of upmost importance?"

Zendikarofthewest

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They seem to... almost turn away at this, closing up.
It is a... holy symbol of our people, if you must know.
He almost seems like he is hiding something, but then again, he may just be nervous at dealing with the UEG.

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@Zendikarofthewest (For the new dimensional submarine arc)

Zendikarofthewest

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At the very edge of UEG space, there is a small ripple, with space-time almost cleaving in two. Emerging from the depths, Flakken looked upon the great nation, a sad smile on his face.
It is but a pale shadow, is it not?
Indeed, but it is who we must contact. They are perhaps their only hope for survival.
If only they could have known.
At ONI's HQ, a message arrives, having been sent from an unknown location, impossible to backtrack.

Send one of your 'Prowlers' to the fallen moon. Send only one, and no others. We will know if you send more. Tell your leader that the Lost Ocean is approaching.

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Zendikarofthewest The governor expresses interest in what Rj'lkani is saying about the "broken world" and asks for clarification. They also ask who the Rj'lkani represents and why they are seeking a meeting with the UEG or one of its representatives. However, the governor struggles with pronouncing the Rj'lkani's name.

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The ONI members read the message with heavy hearts, realizing the seriousness of the situation. They knew that the Lost Ocean was a destructive force that would surely bring chaos and devastation to the UEG space. Without wasting any time, they selected a heavy prowler.

HMBS Silent Whisperer

The prowler crew knew the severity of the matter and quickly relayed sensor and probe reading information back to ONI, broadcasting their location constantly.

Zendikarofthewest

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As the Silent Whisperer approaches the fallen moon, the prowler suddenly loses all communication with ONI. As this happens, something appears before them, almost... surfacing? As it appears, a transmission crackles through.

Ah, we finally meet. Let us discuss this aboard my ship.
The... ship? Moves alongside, clearly intending to dock.

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He ignores the first question entirely.
We are looking to establish possible... allies, as well as know who is out there.
He still looks like he is perhaps concealing something. He takes no offense at the mispronunciation, however, simply correcting him when it happens.

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Zendikarofthewest The Prowler's captain, startled by the unexpected appearance and communication, quickly assesses the situation. Stealth protocols are now null. "Dump heat sinks, get me missile firing solutions, and prepare for boarding. This is a unique situation, and we must maintain vigilance."

The two ships eventually dock, and the Prowler's crew eagerly awaits to see who their unexpected guest is and what this encounter will entail.

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Zendikarofthewest "I appreciate your expressed interest in forming alliances and seeking knowledge about other groups. Would you do so kindly provide us with more detail about and the objectives pursued by a possible alliance?'

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Rj'lkani nods.
Mostly economic, though military cooperation would not be... opposed to. We of Alkonester have needs, and you have yours, and we believe that economic cooperation would be... mutually beneficial.

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