Empire of Andrew

The Infinite Empire of Cybus1 wrote:

Our nation isn't from Earth. We hail from Arcadia. So, who is this group your fighting against? We may be able to assist you, should you require it."

"I apologize for the misunderstanding, these scum."
He motioned out the digital screens displaying the battlefield.
"Are Reclusian Space Forces, terrorists. And I thank you for offering but we have estimated the battle will be won in this sector in at least 18 hours."

The Infinite Empire of Cybus1 wrote:

"Very well then. We'd like to talk about establishing diplomatic relations."

"We can talk about that. What are your terms?"

The Infinite Empire of Cybus1 wrote:

"Send us an ambassador, we'll send one as well. An embassy will be provided, with guards. We would like to, when you settle this armed disagreement with the Reclusians, establish trade routes and open our territory to corporate ventures and franchising, assuming you'll do the same. And, if you ever need assistance in battle, the Empire can assist you. I think those terms are more than fair."

"Fairest terms we have had in a long time, I have no doubt the Superintendent Forerunner will accept these terms."
The craft shook and all the digital monitors showing the outside world blinked off.
The Wanderer pressed a few buttons on the console and the bridgr began moving upward. And the digital screens disappeared to reveal windows.
"It appears tha we've had to take the bridge out of the 'stowed away' position. It is probably best you head to a safer space."
He led them down the stairs, "We will contact you soon to discuss trade and support."

The Infinite Empire of Cybus1 wrote:

"Are you sure you don't need assistance?"

"Believe me we're fine. Reclusians are on the run, desperate."
As he said this, the Wanderer held down another button and spoke, "Assault fleet, commence firing plan."
From 4 cruisers stationed in their own formation nearby came a flashing beam of light. It crashed into the Reclusian cruiser formation, turning it into a mess of molten metal and fire.
The Superintendent turned back to the group.
"Now we're just on cleanup, we'll send an ambassador for negotiations once we've cleared the sector."

Cybus1

The Metagalactic Imperium of Sterkistan wrote:

"Believe me we're fine. Reclusians are on the run, desperate."
As he said this, the Wanderer held down another button and spoke, "Assault fleet, commence firing plan."
From 4 cruisers stationed in their own formation nearby came a flashing beam of light. It crashed into the Reclusian cruiser formation, turning it into a mess of molten metal and fire.
The Superintendent turned back to the group.
"Now we're just on cleanup, we'll send an ambassador for negotiations once we've cleared the sector."

"Wonderful, thank you."