"I think the combined efforts are enough, and I don't know if you need them. I'm sure we can stomach 7 days of repair, and leave. Of course, if youw ant us to get out of the system as soon as possible, then by all means send them."
”It’s not that I want you out of the system...It’s just..” He said before stopping himself. He waited until a nearby stormtrooper passed by before leaning in and whispering the rest to Alexander.
“It’s Darth Mhar...He’s not so understanding as I am...He will use anything to start anything. Luckily, I don’t think he’s aware of your presence.”
"Oh, all right." Alexander said, "Then we will accept your help, I don't want to escalate this further."
"Wait...Where is your ranking Admiral, I hope he's not dead.." Krowely asked. He took a look around once more to see if he saw anyone getting more attention than the other. Krowely was unaware of what truly happened to Atlas
An unidentified New Order Fleet consisting of three Maersk-class bulk Freighters, two Kreig-class Frigates, and four Virgil-class Corvettes could be found leaving a small moon on long Range Scanners in an unknown region of space.
(This is for anyone really, if not I'll make a small story out of it.)
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UN officials and national leaders alike are horrified as news broadcasts spread like wildfire. Condemnations come from all over the international stage by now. An already growing anti-Derikan sentiment and distrust assimilates this event. Demands from the Security Council and public statements from Interpol leaders show that they want those soldiers arrested. Boycotts and embargoes would ensue if these demands weren't met, and this was a de facto thing backed by the UN.
The Derikan ambassadors are requested in Foreign Relations. A meeting was going to be held in the World Assembly hall, and they were required to show up. Asar would need a direct briefing from them immediately after the meeting.
Jerome Harrell, still being the active head of Arcadia, walks briskly through the capitol tower while reading information on the initial massacre and subsequent riots and issues through his augmented lenses. He had just learned earlier of the actions in Buur City, and he needed more information. Reaching his office, he scans himself and a chip within his suit. The nanite door opens, revealing a clean and crisp office suite with a view of the entirety of Pirth City.
Harrell walked to his desk and said, "Can't kill progress." This prompted a female AI: "What can I do for you?" "Valétte, open the Luminate and call Aeneaus Asar of Derika. Record conversation, please." The contact was left over from when Acre was in office, and this prompted him to have direct lines to every international leader if they were mutual about it. "Calling Aeneaus Asar," Valétte said.
Krowely is aboard the half destroyed Jupiter-class which is on the outer edge of my system.
Commander Fisk's Pelican flies through space with the others and docks on any open port aboard the vessel. Clad in EVO suits, he and the Pelican crews disembark. Fisk and several others locate Krowely and make their way there. The rest of the crew waits for him to radio back and tell them that they can begin looking for survivors. Meanwhile, the Refit Station and the carriers floated nearby.
Krowely was in the large Mess Hall of the Jupiter-class talking to the current leader, Alexander.
Krowely watched as the eight new comers entered the mess hall. He turned from Alexander, asking him for a moment to communicate with his Fleet. "I'm just reporting in, if you dont hear from me in the next twenty minutes, contact Lord Mhar and the Imperial Fleet.."
They walk over. Fisk said, "I am Commander Fisk, UNUHO Saturn." He waited a moment. "I assume you were both aboard this vessel before it was torn apart?"
"I actually wasn't. I'm Grand Admiral Krowely of the Imperial Fleet. A rogue Officer decided to try and take matters into his own hands, when his hands pretty much weren't his. I stopped the attack and am here now to try and help however I can." Krowely responded.
"Samuel Fisk," he repeated. "I command the Des Moines of the UN Health Division Fleet. Nice to meet you," Fisk said as he shrugged a bit. "So you're who they keep talking about all over the media back home. Maybe I could put in a good word for you stopping the attack and staying to help. My team is here for the same reason."
"That's very kind of you..If anything you can convince your superiors to not wage war over such an incident. I'm merely just trying to help anyway I can...After all those were Imperial Starships that caused this." Krowely responded.
"That explains rogue agent. And, no, we don't plan to wage war." Fisk opened his InfoLink. "Travale, your men can begin help, effective immediately." He switched it off for a second, making sure there was a clear path for the Hopeful to being repairs on the Rothellan ship. He opened the InfoLink once again, saying, "Lieutenant Chang, the Hopeful is clear."
"Our planet holds a spring, when you look into the spring it reveals your inner darkness and handicaps. On Nabeya we believe that everyone is inherently good, some just need help staying on the path. I see a friendship here Admiral, once developed I can share our rituals with you. And yes your correct while we can defend ourselves on the ground we...are lacking in other areas" ( Nala eyes the sky with a uneasy smile)
" But crops and our Hennep we have plenty of supply, we harvest enough for 5 seasons in one on a good year." "We do believe in being non violent if possible"..
Nala stops talking and turns her head with a smile, through the door walks a young woman around the age of 20 at least following her a clumsy little elephant.
"B! come meet our guests, this is my daughter Bella" she smiles at the Admiral and offers to shake his hand
"I have no idea, he never came back. He sent the detail back to us, but we suspect they may have disguised and bombed the Bridge. We're still trying to salvage security footage."
"Well that's a relief. It's already tense enough for us. Lord Mhar is kind of new to the leadership thing and hes kind of a...How does one say..a Warmonger..I bet that rogue Officer is linked to him somehow." Krowely explained.
Fisk's slight grimace was concealed by the one-way visor. "I suppose so, and I hope he doesn't decide that, y'know, we're a threat."
"Is that so? We are sort of new to the whole Galaxy..We dont even have this one mapped out yet." He said chuckling. "Where we are from their are no threats. Just..us..." He added.
"As they keep telling us," Fisk replied, smiling a bit. "Here, we aim to try and operate a universal government organization, though we leave the decision of joining to individual nations, and those nations stay autonomous.." he paused for a minute. "...So long as they comply with the standards for international peace. "I dunno, I like it better this way. Feels real."