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Sector Zeta-629 - Long Patrol Mission - AMS Fire Hazard

The Fire Hazard had been out of port for thirty days now, her supplies able to hold her three-member crew over for little over another month. They weren't worried as the Blazing Blue Class Scout Ship (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=gfmc&action=display&thread=82&page=1#38) had been modified with Federation Replicators that would temporarily feed off the reactor to extend the mission time another two months should they encounter something of interest. On the Bridge of the Fire Hazard, Captain Ray Conway sat comfortably behind his command console in the middle section of the cramped bridge. On both sides of him were his crew, Lieutenant U'Kon and Lieutenant Barbra Kirk. Behind them a bulkhead door leading to the crew quarters, mess area, and a few other compartments vital to ship functioning and crew entertainment. It was cramped, spartan, and unbelievably close-quarters. Yet the three enjoyed the missions they were sent on. Always achieving the most valuable results for the Galactic Federation Fleet Command and the Anagonian Defense Force.

Four large viewports exposed space to the crew inside the main bridge as they went about the duties of navigating the Fire Hazard and conducting local and system-wide scans of each sector they passed through. Currently they were actively scanning and mapping Sector Zeta-629 for the Grand Army. Thoughts were that the planets discovered through long-range probe missions could provide adequate bases for outposts and early warning stations. They were here to find out, even if time wasn't on their side in the matter. U'Kon gazed up from his console and rubbed both sides of his muzzle individually. Groaning a bit after the long hours of his study, his tail twitched on the floor of the bridge signaling his current state of irritation. Ray took note and nodded in U'Kons' general direction, "Go get some rest."

The Raptorian nodded, standing and retreating behind the bulkhead door as he opened and closed it. Ray looked at Barbra and shook his head, "When is he going to learn that staying on duty for too long doesn't get better results?" Barbra chuckled, "He'll learn when he wants to, Captain. Just give him time." Ray nodded, "Maybe he'll be as good as Timothy."

The two looked at each other for a long moment, gazing away and going back to their respective consoles. It had been six months since Commander Timothy Baxter had been killed in the line of duty. The incident revolving around his death was one best left forgotten by Ray and Barbra, as it involved a plot of deceit and betrayal on the part of a past member-planet. U'Kon had come on board just a few weeks after to make up for the death of the best Navigator in the Scouting Fleet. Barbra tried her best to hide her sadness, opening up to the Raptorian. Ray had taken longer, but eventually gained a mutual respect that solidified his friendship with U'Kon. It still pained the two original members of the Fire Hazard to recall the incident of Timothy's death, Ray gazing at Barbra not thirty minutes later to apologize.

"I'm sorry about that, Barbra."

She gazed at Ray, her piercing green eyes fixing on Ray's apologetic expression. She took note of his neatly combed raven-black hair and his youthful look, looking down and sighing as her long brown hair covered her face. "It's alright, Ray. I just miss him." Ray nodded, patting her on the shoulder. "I do too, Barbra. He was like a brother to me." She smiled, not gazing up at him. "I know the feeling." Ray smiled, "Let's get back to work, okay?"

They both returned to their duties, Ray taking over the Navigational control that was under U'Kons responsibility. He piloted the craft at the very edge of a solar system that was picked up by probes in previous scouting missions. Then he engaged the long-range scanners to get a good readout of the planets and habitability requirements needed for the Grand Army's specifications. If they found something here the data would be transferred to the Grand Army Headquarters on Novar once they docked and a colonization campaign would begin. Ray took his responsibility seriously, putting the scanner on the deepest spectrum he could and thus making it longer. Then he put the ship on autopilot, engaging the defensive systems in case some stray asteroid happened to target the ship. He looked a Barbra, "I can take over from here. You should rest too."

She smiled as she moved her hair back and restrained it, "Alright. If you find anything interesting wake me up first." Ray chuckled, "I will."

When the Lieutenant left the bridge for her quarters Ray leaned his Command Chair back and put his hands behind his head. Now was the time for him to relax as well. If anything interesting was found the computer would alert him. If any threats from outside sources were found, he would be alerted of that too. Computer technology these days was a wonderful thing. So he looked around making sure no one peaked through the bulkhead door and retrieved a magazine from under the console that had been well-hidden. His face flushed red as he opened the cover, followed by silent chuckles afterward. Ahh, Ray thought as he looked over a highly suggestive image, the life of a scouting soldier!

Shooting through Sector Zeta-629 at about the same time as the small Scout ship was another vessel on a mission of exploration. This vessel was performing the same tasks as the Scout ship though she was working for a separate Master and she was here for entire different reasons. Yes, her mandate was one of exploration but not for any particular purpose other than the purpose of knowledge. They were not travelling through at sublight speeds, indeed, this area had been already been registered by the Alversian Republic and so, with the knowledge safe within her databanks, there was no need for the Alversian People's Starship Even Baxtor to spend much time lingering around. So she travelled happily through transwarp, looking forward to the challenges that lay ahead in the endless stretch of space that made up the frontiers of the Alversian's knowledge. It was the route of Pioneers, and the Evan Baxtor was certainly one of those.

Her bridge, laid out like all Alversian bridges in a three tiered system, was spacious and well lit. It was bathed in a kindly and inviting yellow glow which bounced off the gleaming white walls to give the whole room a sense of warmth. The door was at the back of the bridge, flanked by two Alversian Marines in their stark blue armour, faces unseen through the visors that protected their faces in combat. They stood nicely at ease, pistols, knives and stunners their only weapons, the heavy artillery safely in the Armoury in case someone got trigger happy somewhere on the ship. Directly in front of them where two Consoles, surrounded on two sides by a white wall to make small desks around three quarters of the Operator. They stood like towering white islands in a sea of a beautifully smooth cream coloured floor. These two consoles were the tactical console and the Operations Console. Both manned at the moment by the members of the Night Watch, while only being of official note stood on the bridge.

He stood at the second level, about two feet lower than the previous floor on which the consoles were held. This level, which took up most of the room, consisted of very little. Nothing more than a two doorways, one leading to the Ready Room of the Captain, somewhere where he could relax while still being close to the bridge and the other containing the Meeting room for the Staff's Senior Officers. Again, it was conveniently located so that none would be too far away from the Command heart of the bridge, actually buried deep within the ship's hull. In the centre of this expansive space where two chairs, which shared a small console between them. These chairs where for the Captain of the vessel and the First Officer, both of whom where on the Dayshift and thus, not expected to be occupying their chairs until later that day. Instead their place was taken by another individual.

The Being sitting in the Captain's chair looked unusual and stuck out amongst his Comrades due to a few small and easily noticeable features. He looked human for about 90% of his body, standing 5'11' at his console, idly tapping buttons almost out of boredom. He could be distinguished thanks to his large, ivory-coloured fox ears that poked from the top of his head and shifted from side to side at every click or beep of a console. Moving down, one could see the piercing yellow glare of his eyes, the black pupils constricted and narrow thanks to the abundance of light on the bridge. Even lowered beneath his narrow and perfectly normal nose where his teeth, two large canines were visible as he opened his mouth to yawn a signal that it was getting close to the end of his shift. Over a lightly built but strong body, he wore the standard tunic of the Alversian People's Navy. With black trousers, boots and a black jacket with red piping along the sides and the chevrons to denote a Lieutenant Commander. Hanging from his black belt was a scabbard, while contained within this scabbard was a katana sword, forged by his family and the most precious item his race possessed. Poking out of his trousers, at the base of his spine was a surprisingly large and bushy foxes tail, in proportionately large for a Kitsune of his size, yet it swished easily from side to side, without the direct input from him himself, who seemed happy to stare at the flashing green insides of a transwarp tunnel as his ship flashed along. He was the Officer of the Watch, he commanded the vessel.

The vessel he commanded was of Alversia's most modern warships, designed as part of the rebuilt not too long ago, the Even Baxtor was a Marshall-Class Heavy Cruiser. She was designed and built at the Ilveri Shipyards above Alversia itself. Everyday, as people went to work or travelled to other planets, they could watch the ship slowly being assembled, being prepared for a lifetime of warfare and exploration, for the Marshall-Class was designed for both, with a crew of well over a thousand, she was ready for anything that the universe could throw at her. As a default, she was a part of the Deep Space Fleet, Alversia's main force in exploring the galaxy. She was good at it too, the Evan Baxtor represented a new Alversian Navy, one that was tailored to the warfare of the modern era, armed with the most modern equipment and most advanced sensors available at the time.

However, at that precise moment, the Kitsune Officer was wrenched from his thoughts by a beeping alarm on the Operations Console, which monitored the readings at this time of night. He turned to face the Operator, an Alversian female Ensign, who was tapping buttons in order to get a clearer reading of what had startled the ships routine sensor sweeps. She soon had an answer,
"Vessel ahead Sir," She reported dutifully, relaying the details from her screen, "Small, less than 3,000 tons, appears to be a Scout ship of some kind."

"Well," The Kitsune thought about it for a moment, debating wither or not to wake the Captain, then deciding that it would be the best course of action. The signal for the Captain was sent while the ship dropped out of transwarp. To the Sout Ship, it would seem like the entrance to a great green tunnel had suddenly appeared in the middle of nowhere, soon filled by a warship over 700 meters long that drifted idly into position while the tunnel melted away again.

"Onscreen," The Kitsune ordered, surprised to see such a small vessel isolated apparently in the middle of nowhere. There was a reason Alversia only sent Heavy Cruisers to do the serious Scouting missions. Regardless of his own opinions, he knew he had a job to do,
"Send a hail on all frequencies," He commanded, waiting until the command had been fulfilled before filling his lungs with cool recycled air and beginning to speak,

To: Scout Vessel

This is the Alversian People's Starship Evan Baxtor. May we ask your purpose in this area of space?

He found no reason to give away too much yet.

A few hours had passed and Ray was happily enjoying the magazine he read. The computer didn't register anything until a slight warning klaxon sounded and he lowered the magazine to gaze at the console, taking his legs from the top of it down to the floor as he groaned in discomfort. The console screen displayed a large anomaly to the astronomical east of the solar system being investigated. He tilted his head, slowly replacing the magazine back in its proper hiding place, then leaned forward to activate the input mode. He went through standard procedure, finding out well before that some craft with more mas than the Fire Hazard was inside some kind of weird FTL stream. He concluded that in all logic it was a passing freighter, or some other starship. Something didn't add up, however, when he witnessed the opening of a Transwarp tunnel. The eerie greenish glow illuminated the entire bridge compartment of the Fire Hazard, Ray Conway left with his jaw open at the unbelievable sight.

And then the unthinkable.

Sure Ray was used to seeing ships larger than his appear and make his beautiful scout ship seem insignificant. But this was a different, almost apocalyptic as he leaned back in his Command Chair and managed to gain control of his jaw, closing it. He examined the ship, so close to the Fire Hazard he could swear he could reach out and touch it. He didn't dare try, merely shutting down the scanners and initiating a local Defense Scan of the new ship as the Scouts Type III Microwave Pulse Active-Passive Sensory System initiated a high-intensity scan on the new ship to determine friend or doe status and weapons systems. The computer of the Fire Hazard went into automatic and put into stand-by the cloaking device and Electro-Magnetic Shielding System that was the primary anti-laser defense for the scouting ships of the Blazing Blue Class. Ray noticed the changes the computer had initiated, and gazed back out the viewports as a message came through the audio system.

"This is the Alversian People's Starship Evan Baxtor. May we ask your purpose in this area of space?"

Ray's eyes went wide. This was someones territory? His mind went into overdrive and he started on his console to investigate just whom the Alversians were. The ships library returned the query with a result, giving a quick summary of past events and guidelines for first contacts. He sighed in relief as he took note of the giant words stating "FRIENDLY" under "Relation". But that still didn't help him in this situation. According to the summary, it was only one encounter that led to a minor war and eventually ended in some kind of debacle that left both Anagonia and Alversia in the dark since Ray's current predicament. He noted the ships computer was already logging the current events, and a brief summary of the Alversians ship was already being graphed up on a second console screen to the right of his main screen. It was definitely a warship, much like the ships the Grand Navy used to explore long reaches of the Frontier.

A part of him wanted to keep his crew in the dark. To let them rest after the long journey they had endured so far. Protocol forbid it however and he initiated a quick-call that alerted Barbra and U'Kon in their slumber. He noted them entering the bridge minutes later and assuming positions as he formed up a reply to the Alversians message. U'Kon simply took a passing glance at the ship, while Barbra stared in awe. "What do we have, Captain..." she said drifting off in speech.

"Ships Computer designates it a Heavy Cruiser class ship, possibly Battlecruiser by size and weapon compliments." He continued to reply as he spoke, "First contact message was short and sweet, not hostilities." He gazed at U'Kon, "Lieutenant have the ship prepare for a quick escape." A silent nod affirmed the Raptorians acceptance of the orders as he went to work, Ray gazing at Barbra. "Lieutenant Kirk, try to find the nearest Federation vessel and do a quick-alert signal." She nodded, "Aye Captain."

Shivering in Anticipation as he hoped the library summary was correct, he sent the reply in universal text format.

ATTENTION: Reply

To: Alversian Warship
From: Anagonian Main Scout FIRE HAZARD

I am Captain Ray Conway and I greet you on behalf of the Galactic Federation of Anagonia. Our mission here is peaceful and we have no intention of causing harm. I, on behalf of known treaties, apologize for violating your space that was authorized by the Government of the Federation without prior knowledge of current borders.

Our Mission is to explore this Solar System, designated Zeta Prime, under the Sector Designation Zeta-629, for colonization purposes. We hope that you will allow us to continue this mission on behalf of the Galactic Federation, and do hereby extend an offer for a diplomatic meeting that would satisfy any concerns we both may have.

Thank you,
-Ray Conway
-Captain, Galactic Federation Fleet Command

"Computer is flashing red, sir." reported Lieutenant Sako staring at the computer screen. They were at a large outpost that was based on a moon orbiting what looked like a planet covered in molten lava. The outpost normally supplied lost Federal vessels in the area. Today would be different. Very different. The small outpost crew were standing around the command center of the outpost, which had few computers. The outpost itself was armed with Six Auto-blasters to ward off inefficient pirates.

"Red alert? Who is in the system?" asked Captain Lags approaching the computer screen, staring at it in dismay. He was wearing a large civilian suit with a military medal on it. Didn't the pirates learn from the last battle here that the outpost was not meant to be attacked by pirates? There were plenty of nice better targets out there. "How many of them? What size are they?" Firing questions at his second in command like a machine gun.

"Computer scans indicate, one large vessel, and one smaller vessel. Larger vessel seems to be the same size as our own battle cruisers. The smaller vessel appears to be a scout ship, on par with our own." reported Sako nervously, looking as the computers ran the scans over the unknown ships some distance away."They haven't detected the outpost yet. We're pretty cloaked." The outpost were fitted with cloak generators to prevent pirate ships from finding them if needed.

Lags was very cautious though. He feared these could be the powerful pirates ships responsible for heavily damaging a frigate and grabbing the cargo of the merchant ship it was escorting. "Get the Naval Command on communicator now. Issue an alert, prepare the blasters."

After five minutes, Sako said."The Naval command is sending a warship detached from the Fina Sector fleet. Its a battle platform." The Acerian Navy has purchased sixteen battle platforms from Triad Corporation and now was an opportunity to use it, a show of power. "Its the Anarchy, sir."

After what seemed like a long period of time, the seven mile long Anarchy jumped into the system and approached the strange vessels slowly, another vessel following the Anarchy was a destroyer, the Marker. The battle platform itself did not have any more Probe fighters. They were all removed in favor of Acerian fighters provided by the navy. The Anarchy send a warning message to the scout ship in the system.

Attention vessels, this is the Acerian Federation battle platform Anarchy. Please state your intentions immediately.

The Kitsune looked at the message that he had received from the vessel, pleasantly surprised that they were speaking to them at all. Initially, it had seemed like they would not bother to show themselves, instead retreating behind a cloak. But there was always a way to find a cloaked ship and the Even Baxtor had the benefit of Alversia’s latest sensors as well as those from her Ally. She knew where the small transport ship was located the whole time. The Heavy Cruiser was far from an ugly vessel, a sleek vessel, shaped like a long javelin, her smooth hull pierced only by the triple mounted turrets along her hull. She stood into a position nearby, staying stationary. She was a great many times bigger than the Scoutship.

"Hmmm..." The Kitsune smiled in amusement, "They think we own this Sector of space." Even as he said it, he turned to hear the door clicking, admitting the various Officers of the Day shift who had arrived from their own bed. He bowed to the Captain, an tall Alversian who stood, imposing on the deck. He was wearing the chevrons of a Captain, he stood over 6' 6'' with jet black hair and his black jacket.

"Commander Saal," He asked the Kitsune who saluted, "Can you update me on the situation."

"Simple Sir," Saal took his position on the third tier at the Tactical console, the displaced Ensign standing at another console, "This Scout Vessel is in this system and now, I think, another vessel has arrived."

It was true, the Battle Platform, one of many from the Federation. The Heavy Cruiser was now outgunned by this new arrival. The Captain sent a message to both ships,

TO: All Ships

This is Captain Malcolm of the Alversian People's Starship Evan Baxtor. This space does not belong to the Alversian Republic, we are simply here on a mission of exploration. Like yourselves. We mean no offense and no harm.

Ray Conway, Barbra Kirk, and U'Kon all together sat back in their chairs and gazed at the massive battle platform that dwarfed even the heavy cruiser. No Anagonian had ever seen a battle platform, the computer on the Fire Hazard going in overload as it scanned and rescanned an impossibly sized ship for specifications to be updated into its library. Eventually these specifications would reach GFFC Command and down through the branches of the military. The two humans were too busy gawking at the apocalyptic situation before them, which left U'Kon the only capable crew mate able to look down at his console and discover a response from a Forward Exploration Fleet not a few sectors away from the Fire Hazard's current position.

"Captaiins," U'Kon spoke in a rough Common, "Forward Fleeeets have resssponded to our callss."

Ray shook his head and looked over at U'Kon, the first time he heard him speak in a long while. Usually you would find the other non-human species using universal translators to make ease of communication problems. It surprised Ray for a few moments that the Raptorian had actually spoken Common in an understandable manner, as the last time he resorted to the universal translator that had been issued to him.

U'Kon tilted his head at Ray, curious at the surprised gaze the human gave to him. "Been studying up on Common?" Ray asked, in which U'Kon gave a brief nod then pointed towards the console with a clawed finger. "Right then, sorry about that." He cleared his throat. "Lieutenant Kirk, I want a signal sent back to the fleet and PLEASE send them what were seeing now."

Barbra had gotten a glimpse of the end result of Ray's surprise at U'Kons' speech, amused and giving a slight chuckle that was unheard as she followed her orders and started sending the ships log concerning the incident so far. The Raptorian had already returned to his duties, an amused expression on his muzzle as he contemplated the brief exchange between the Captain and himself. Ray gazed at his console and ordered the ships engines to come online, feeling the small Scout Craft jolt as the systems went on standby just in case they needed to run. "Lieutenant U'Kon," Ray continued to punch orders on his console, "have the ship start a slow arch away from the battle platform. I want to be as far away from that huge ass contraption as possible."

U'Kon hissed a light chuckle at the Captains choice of words, "Ayess Sssir."

Ray then began to reply to the message from both of the ships. He grumbled, his fingers were getting tired even on the damn touch screen. This situation was outrageous. Three Galactic Empires meeting with God-knows-what kind of contraptions of death and destruction, with a small freaking scout ship caught in the middle. He hoped the incoming Forward Fleet would have enough sight value to deter any violence, otherwise he'd have to depend on those ships to get the Fire Hazard out of a violent situation. Finally he sent the reply, gazing at both his Lieutenant's, hoping to the Powers that Be that lasers of DOOM wouldn't fly in the Fire Hazard's general direction.


ATTENTION: Reply

To: That Ungodly Huge Platform and the Alversian's
From: Anagonian Main Scout FIRE HAZARD

I'm not here to cause a Galactic Incident. My ship is just a scout ship. I have two crew members to worry about and I'm NOT about to be blasted into the depths of Oblivion for the sake of having a show of force. All this ship is here for is exploration and colonization purposes, as a forward advance scout. We are not here to challenge that ungodly huge image of apocalypse and sure as hell am not here to violate any friendship that Anagonia maintains with our Alversian Comrades.

For my crew's safety, I have alerted a fleet two sectors away that will act as escort to the FIRE HAZARD should we come to disagreements. This is for my benefit, considering everything from my point of view looks like giant planets.

At any rate, let's all calm down and have a discussion with diplomacy and peace at the center of affairs. I REALLY want to be able to leave this area of space alive.

Thank you,
-Ray Conway
-Captain, Galactic Federation Fleet Command

"Sir, incoming message from the Anagonian vessel," The Operations Officer reported dutifully, an Alversian female by the name of Lieutenant Commander Jameson, looked over the report from the Scouting Ship. She was as tall as the rest of her species, over 6 feet, with a light, slim build. She was looking over the broadcast with a raised eyebrow,
"They've bringing in a fleet, Sir," She called to the Captain, an eyebrow raised. She looked over at the Captain who was frowning at the response from the Anagonians,
"Rather heavy handed, don't you think?" Saal suggested from his Tactical Console, "They're bringing an entire fleet just to say hello?"

"Commander," Malcolm, who had been standing, thinking, turned to his Operations Manager, "Our nearest reinforcements?" He asked. The Alversian female tapped on a few buttons before looking up with the grim news,
"The Marshall Sir, 200 lightyears from our current position."

"Great," Malcolm stated quietly, "Send another message to the Anagonian ship. I don't want an incident here and if HQ gets word of a fleet build up then they will get the wrong message."

TO: The Anagonian Vessel

I can assure you that the Alversian Republic intends no harm to your vessel nor to your plans to colonise this sector, for it is uncontested space. We are simply here by chance, en route to exploring a different sector of Space. If you feel that a fleet is needed then that is your choice. We will maintain position and sent an invitation for an Ambassador to visit our vessel.

Captain Malcolm

At the same time that the message was sent, the Evan Baxtor powered down it's weapons, keeping shields at full capacity.

Ray Conway rubbed the back of his head, Barbra imitating the gesture of discomfort as U'Kon looked at the message displayed on his console. The Raptorian figured something was amiss when he reached his station on the bridge, now realizing just how far this situation had reached. It wasn't in the bad stage yet, not yet. Considering he took the liberty to investigate the incoming fleet and found out it was a minor Grand Army Task Force. Only one Venator outfitted for Carrier role and two Acclamator-II's were in the fleet, nothing compared to the firepower here where the Fire Hazard currently was. Barbra, on the other hand, was worried about the implications of her Captain's decision to request support when the Alversians responded with a rather blunt description of peace. She gazed at Ray for a few moments as the Captain considered his options, noticing her at last and sighing. "I was following protocol," he stated as his excuse.

"I know Captain," Barbra said in reassurance, "there is no need to explain yourself."

On larger ships this discussion would have seem out of place. Even to U'Kon, who was unused to the family-style bond that was shared on all scout ships, this was not out of order considering his new found experiences. He stayed out of the Captain and Lieutenants discussion, concentrating on updating the incoming Task Force on the current situation outside the bridge. This way, when they arrived, they wouldn't have their weapons powered and pose in a manner of threat. Ray gazed towards the Raptorian as he thought over the invitation to formally Ambassador the interests of the Galactic Federation to the Alversians. U'Kon returned the gaze, merely giving a curious few looks before returning to his console.

Ray looked back to Barbra, "Take over the bridge while I prepare myself." He stood from his chair, "I'm going over to the Alversian ship. Make sure they know," he gazed at U'Kon, "and have us come into a closer position while powering down weapons systems."

The Fire Hazard powered down any systems relating to the two fusion pulse cannons, along with the cloaking systems, as it smoothly arched and angled like an aircraft in flight towards the huge Heavy Cruiser. Drifting at a non-threatening pace it slowed to a halt just outside the Alversian ships shield range, sending a message as her Captain prepared to make way to the ship for diplomatic duties.


ATTENTION: Reply

TO: Alversian Ship EVAN BAXTOR
From: Anagonian Main Scout FIRE HAZARD

We would like to thank you for your continued insistance on peace during this situation. As such, my Captain has interests in arriving upon your vessel to engage in Ambassadorial duties to represent the Galactic Federation of Anagonia. We firmly believe that we can come to a peaceful diplomatic conclusion to this odd situation without resulting in more confusion, and insist that you attempt to engage in a diplomatic discussion with the new arrivals on the massive platform so we can all benefit from a mutual and peaceful discussion of representation.

Thank You,
-Barbra Kirk
-Lieutenant, Galactic Federation Fleet Command

The person in command of the Anarchy was Captain Digita. Digita obtained command of the massive warship mostly through connections and merit. He was surprised that his ship was called upon to investigate two unknown warships. This was a waste of time in his opinion, but the Acerian Naval Command would not hear excuses. The battle platform was pulled away along with the Marker and sent into the unknown system. His "opponents" were one cruiser sized warship and a much smaller vessel that looked like it wouldn't put up much of a fight.

"Computers are reading messages sent from the unknown ships. Here it is." said the lieutenant, showing Digita the message on a small screen. "This is the message from the larger vessel."

This is Captain Malcolm of the Alversian People's Starship Evan Baxtor. This space does not belong to the Alversian Republic, we are simply here on a mission of exploration. Like yourselves. We mean no offense and no harm.

"The Alversian Republic made contact with us a little less then a year ago." said the Lieutenant. "Their location is largely unknown and only our merchant ships travel there to trade. Our Navy has only a few records on Alversian ships. This is the message from the small vessel."

To: That Ungodly Huge Platform and the Alversian's
From: Anagonian Main Scout FIRE HAZARD

I'm not here to cause a Galactic Incident. My ship is just a scout ship. I have two crew members to worry about and I'm NOT about to be blasted into the depths of Oblivion for the sake of having a show of force. All this ship is here for is exploration and colonization purposes, as a forward advance scout. We are not here to challenge that ungodly huge image of apocalypse and sure as hell am not here to violate any friendship that Anagonia maintains with our Alversian Comrades.

For my crew's safety, I have alerted a fleet two sectors away that will act as escort to the FIRE HAZARD should we come to disagreements. This is for my benefit, considering everything from my point of view looks like giant planets.

At any rate, let's all calm down and have a discussion with diplomacy and peace at the center of affairs. I REALLY want to be able to leave this area of space alive.

Thank you,
-Ray Conway
-Captain, Galactic Federation Fleet Command

Captain Digita chuckled as he read the message, Three crew. But these Anagonians had called up a fleet, in case. In case of what? He informed the Acerian Naval Command to have a sector fleet stand by then he began writing his own message to the ships.

To: All ships.

The Acerian Federation does not intend to harm your ships. We are not looking for a war or any fighting. We were informed there were heavily armed pirates in this sector.

Captain Malcom thought for a moment, digesting both messages slowly. He gave a smile at the thought of the Anagorian visiting his ship while the other was giving a much more sombre message. Pirates were never to be treated lightly, though the chances of them attacking a Heavy Cruiser was slim to none, for they could not risk attacking a fully fledged warship. A message was sent to both ships,

TO: Both ships

It seems that we are all victims of a simple misunderstanding. It would seem appropriate that we meet personally to avoid any more problems. If you could both send a Representitive to our vessel, then we shall discuss our mutual confusion. We look forward to meeting with you

At the same time, a message was sent to the Fire Hazard alone,

If you're Commander could dock in Hangar 2 then we shall have a Party to greet him. Thank you for your co-operation.

Barbra Kirk read over the message sent from the now-classified Battle Platform. Obviously they were subject to a misunderstanding, much as the Alversians and the Fire Hazard was. It was amusing to recall the events that led to this point, but she placed that at the back of her mind. Looking over to U'Kon whom pointed out the personal message from the Alversian Ship, Barbra nodded. "Have us dock in the specified coordinates, Lieutenant."

U'Kon nodded, concentrating on the console in front of him at the same time as looking out the viewports for visual confirmation. The Fire Hazard maneuvered easily into the shield, being allowed by the much larger Alversian Heavy Cruiser, and slowly drifted towards Hanger Bay 2. U'Kon lined up the Scout Ship, making sure the nose went in first as the two wings at either side of the Fire Hazard began to swing backward and fold upward in a manner to make landing more safe and feasible. Landing struts extended at the bottom of the Scout, powerful maneuvering jets guiding the Craft down to an easy landing. Once the Fire Hazard rocked once, Barbara gazed at U'Kon with a smile on her face. "Good job," she said. U'Kon gave a satisfying clicking noise to express his thanks.

At the bottom of the scout, in the middle of the bridge section, a landing platform extended and touched the hanger deck below. Captain Ray Conway emerged from the top of the platform and started downward dressed in a Command Division Uniform. It was colored dark blue with gold stripes coming up the shoulders and to the neck where chevrons dictated Ray's rank as Captain. On his chest was the insignia of the Fire Hazard, which looked like a flame with a wooden chest being burnt. He came to the bottom of the platform, looking around and unarmed. He hoped he wouldn't be met with hostilities.

The Scout ship had landed in one of the Hangars of the Heavy Cruiser. It was an expansive room, with gleaming white floors and walls. There were three defensive turrets activated in the roof and it was obvious that there were many, many more that could be activated in case of an emergency. There were no other Starcraft in the hangar apart from two Shuttles and, most curiously, a series of tubes along the furthest wall that matched several on the outside along the hull. The person to meet him was tall, over 6'7'', who stood to attention in black trousers, with black boots and a black jumper with maroon piping and a symbol of a large star that represented the Deep Space Fleet.
He was slim, powerfully build, with blue eyes and jet black hair, he looked at the opposite Captain, approaching him before offering a stiff salute,
"Welcome to the Even Baxtor," He said in a deep voice, "I am Captain James Malcolm, Commander of this vessel."

Ray observed his surroundings as he came from up under the Fire Hazard's nose section. He could make out the bridge viewports, but nothing else. He attention turned to the three apparent defense turrets in the hanger while hbe noted other positions where turrets could be activated. He noticed the series of tubes, but made no personal attempt to recognize their usage. Then the tall individual came before him. Ray was comfortably 5'8", so this new individual dwarfed him. When he introduced himself as Captain James Malcolm, Ray saluted in a formal fashion. "Captain Ray Conway, Commander of the Fire Hazard, Galactic Navy of the Galactic Federation."

The Acerians decided on sending a large transport shuttle carrying the representative over to the heavy cruiser like the Alversians requested. Meanwhile the Anarchy lowered the alert level on the ship and most of the crew were back at normal peacetime routine. After a few minutes, the shuttle requested permission to land at one of the hangers. On board was a diplomat picked up at Fina.

The Greal Vessel was directed to the same Hangar as the Anagonian Scout ship, it was easily large enough to hold both and having both Diplomats in the same place at the same time made things so much more convenient for the crew.
Malcolm meanwhile returned the salute firstly before then offering his hand to his Opposite Number,
"It's a pleasure to meet you Sir," He smiled and laughed, "and I hope that we can sort out this minor little fault with the minimal of fuss eh? Shall we wait for a moment here? I believe one of the Federal Diplomats is on his way"
Malcolm had recieved the update through his vox and so was happy enough wait on for a few moments.

Ray shook the welcoming hand, "I'm pretty sure one of my crew has updated the incoming fleet to the status of our First Contact." He chuckled, "I apologize for any confusion. If they do arrive, it'll merely be to ensure this sector is secure and then they'll depart." He then nodded, "Alright then. I'm honored to be here to represent my people to you, Captain Malcolm."

A that moment the shuttle from the battle platform had arrived, Ray gazing briefly at it. He was relieved that this entire situation had calmed down. Now instead of worrying for his crew's safety and his own he could concentrate on the business of diplomacy.

The Federal Diplomat was a female Acerian named Ferun specially appointed for this job. Following her were two naval marines with their faces hidden behind the visors. She looked around for some kind of greeting. Some kind of welcome. She was on board an alien ship. Aliens.

Ray noted the arrival of the Acerian. Having already greeted Captain Malcolm, he made his way over in a respectful pace to the Federal Diplomat and gave a brief salute, followed by offering his hand for a shake before her. He nodded his head in acknowledgment as he did so, "Greetings. I am Captain Ray Conway of the Fire Hazard." He motioned towards the Scout Ship, "That's her right there."

Ray noted the arrival of the Acerian. Having already greeted Captain Malcolm, he made his way over in a respectful pace to the Federal Diplomat and gave a brief salute, followed by offering his hand for a shake before her. He nodded his head in acknowledgment as he did so, "Greetings. I am Captain Ray Conway of the Fire Hazard." He motioned towards the Scout Ship, "That's her right there."

"I am Ferun, I represent the Acerian Federation." she said, smiling and shaking his hand. She observed the scout ship, Fire Hazard. "So you represent the Anagonian Galactic Federation?"

Ray nodded, ending the polite handshake. "I do, Ma'am. The Galactic Federation of Anagonia." He smiled, "We enjoy peaceful exploration, and this mission that me and my crew were on represented an effort to expand our resource potential." He shrugged, "Our Galactic Army wanted an outpost in the nearby system for mining and military purposes. But I suppose that effort is all moot now."

"I would not be so sure Captain," Malcolm smiled as he strode over to where the two Diplomats stood and conversed. He looked over the shuttle for the briefest of moments. He had not known of the Federation for long, nor had the Alversian People's Republic as a whole. However, that was not going to get in the way of the discussions and so he offered a low, respectful bow as well as his hand,
"It is an honour to meet you Ma'am," he said smoothly before turning back to Ray,
"Of course, I cannot speak for the Federation," a nod in Ferun's direction, "But the Alversian Republic has no claim to this area. Never has. If you wish to colonise it, simply say the word and we shall withdraw. We are not out here for conflict after all." he gave another chuckle before the Fire Hazard drew his gaze,
"Captain, your crew must be uncomfortable in such a small vessel. I cordially invite them to the freedom of the ship, certain areas excepted of course. It might do us good to see some of each other's cultures." he gave another laugh, "As for your approaching fleet, I too must plead guilty to calling for help. Another Heavy Cruiser is on it's way now to this sector. I shall to inform them of a wasted journey."

"I would not be so sure Captain," Malcolm smiled as he strode over to where the two Diplomats stood and conversed. He looked over the shuttle for the briefest of moments. He had not known of the Federation for long, nor had the Alversian People's Republic as a whole. However, that was not going to get in the way of the discussions and so he offered a low, respectful bow as well as his hand,
"It is an honour to meet you Ma'am," he said smoothly before turning back to Ray,
"Of course, I cannot speak for the Federation," a nod in Ferun's direction, "But the Alversian Republic has no claim to this area. Never has. If you wish to colonise it, simply say the word and we shall withdraw. We are not out here for conflict after all." he gave another chuckle before the Fire Hazard drew his gaze,
"Captain, your crew must be uncomfortable in such a small vessel. I cordially invite them to the freedom of the ship, certain areas excepted of course. It might do us good to see some of each other's cultures." he gave another laugh, "As for your approaching fleet, I too must plead guilty to calling for help. Another Heavy Cruiser is on it's way now to this sector. I shall to inform them of a wasted journey."

Ferun nodded."In that case I might also want to inform a Federal Fleet that is on its way here that they wasted a journey themselves. The Acerian Federation only has one claim, to one of the moons orbiting the largest planet in the system. My suggestion is we establish diplomatic relations and possibility trade agreement to avoid incidents like this."

Sector Zeta-629 - Near the Heavy Cruiser Evan Baxtor

A sudden burst released three large starships from the grip of Hyperspace. One Venator-Class Star Destroyer with two Acclamator-II Cruisers as escort formed a perfect V formation as they drifted towards the Alversian Heavy Cruiser and the huge Battle Platform. The two ships would detect that Anagonia's newest arrivals had no shields or weapons armed, and therefore seemed to linger without purpose. They arched upward, making a slow circle that encompassed the general area that the Battle Platform held. Scans would be detected, as if the ships were gathering information from some unknown ship class. Then, just as suddenly, they shot into Hyperspace back in the general direction they came. First the Venator, then the two Acclamator-II's. No contact was attempted. Only a single message was sent to the Fire Hazard, heavily encrypted and for the moment unreadable expect to the Anagonian Scout Ship crew.

Alversian Heavy Cruiser Evan Baxtor - Hanger Bay 2

Ray Conway gave Malcolm a quizzical look, smiling there after when Malcolm finished his general statements. At first he was believing the first part of Malcolm statement concerning something else. Thinking back, he realized it concerned the colonization of the star system in question. He was happy that, at least, this part of the mission was not compromised yet. Upon hearing the statements concerning the Fire Hazard, laughing openly. "Yes," he said refraining from laughing too hard, "she can be quite cramped. I believe they'd welcome the offer."

However, Ray wasn't about to allow the rest of his crew off ship yet. Not until he was sure the new arrivals from the Battle Platform had their general say in the greeting at hand. If anything happened, he wanted it to happen to him. That way, the Fire Hazard had a crew to get her out of the ship and area as soon as possible. He then gazed at Ferun as she spoke, realizing the reality of the statement. He nodded instantly, "We did not realize someone had bases in the area." He opened his hands in a welcoming gesture, "If we can gain a diplomatic agreement concerning this system, even trade agreements, I'm sure the Galactic Federation would be most pleased."

"So everyone is happy then," Malcolm rubbed his hands together, nothing better than a good plan coming together eh?" he looked from one Diplomat to the other, "It would be very rude of me to keep you both standing in the hangar like this. We should really transfer this conversation to the Board Room next to the bridge, it is not the last word in luxury but it certainly beats standing here."
He had recieved the information on the three Anagonian ships patrolling the area though the vox in his ear. He had also understood that his own ship must not pose as a threat or else risk being annilated. When they had passed, he let out a small breath in relief. All that remained now was to inform his own reinforcements that it had been a false alarm.
"This way Sir, Ma'am," he bowed and indicated to the doors of the Hangar bay.

Ferun nodded and walked over to hanger bay doors with her two escorts following. The Alversians and Anagonians seemed remarkably like the Acerians. Civilized, nicely manner, well armed military, and stable government. Frun has no idea if their governments were stabke, but she had to assume so if she was to get a trade agreement out of them. Tens of thousands of Acerian merchant ships were still looking for places to trade with.

Ray followed Malcolm as he gestured for the way. He would invite his crew later on, as they were probably sleeping currently after such a drastic ordeal. He didn't blame them for resting, and assumed they'd be ready to meet and represent as soon as possible. He looked at Malcolm, "If you could on my behalf, Captain?" He gestured towards his ship, "Have someone check on my crew and inform them they're allowed on board. I believe they may be resting, so I'm reluctant to do anything as of yet concerning them."

"Of course Sir," Malcolm nodded appreciatively, "I shall send one of my own Officers down later once they are properly rested and inform them that they are allowed aboard the ship, apart from Engineering, the Bridge and a few other vital areas that I can detail later."

As he spoke, Malcolm led the two Diplomats plus their escorts though the corridors of th Even Baxtor. The ship was painted in light colours, with white walls and a pale cream floor. The roof, curiously enough, was painted in a deep red that offered warmth and friendlyness to the small space. The Captain led the others by memory alone, knowing the way to ever vital system, acknowledging the salutes from the others in the crew, Engineers, Gunners, Marines, all nodded to Malcolm who returned the expression likewise. It was something he was used to. He brought them to an elevator, a spacious and warmly coloured room, just like all the others on the ship. They were in this lift for all of ten seconds before a bing and a hiss indicated that they had arrived at their destination. They were in a small corridor that led into the briefing room.

The Briefing room, like the others on the ship was large and spacious, painted in warm and inviting colours. In the centre was a large table, around which many chairs were placed. All along three walls were data projectors and screens of some kind while the fourth had a large painting of the Evan Baxtor gliding through some kind of bright space.

"Please," Malcolm took his seat at the top of the table, "Have a seat. May I get you any refreshments?"

"Of course Sir," Malcolm nodded appreciatively, "I shall send one of my own Officers down later once they are properly rested and inform them that they are allowed aboard the ship, apart from Engineering, the Bridge and a few other vital areas that I can detail later."

As he spoke, Malcolm led the two Diplomats plus their escorts though the corridors of th Even Baxtor. The ship was painted in light colours, with white walls and a pale cream floor. The roof, curiously enough, was painted in a deep red that offered warmth and friendlyness to the small space. The Captain led the others by memory alone, knowing the way to ever vital system, acknowledging the salutes from the others in the crew, Engineers, Gunners, Marines, all nodded to Malcolm who returned the expression likewise. It was something he was used to. He brought them to an elevator, a spacious and warmly coloured room, just like all the others on the ship. They were in this lift for all of ten seconds before a bing and a hiss indicated that they had arrived at their destination. They were in a small corridor that led into the briefing room.

The Briefing room, like the others on the ship was large and spacious, painted in warm and inviting colours. In the centre was a large table, around which many chairs were placed. All along three walls were data projectors and screens of some kind while the fourth had a large painting of the Evan Baxtor gliding through some kind of bright space.

"Please," Malcolm took his seat at the top of the table, "Have a seat. May I get you any refreshments?"

"A glass of ice water is fine." said Ferun, she was used to freezing temperatures. While she was examining the strange alien room, the two marines were ordered to wait outside until the meeting was over.

Ray took a seat after taking in fully the interior of the ship he had just walked through. It was quite spacious, something he noted through out. Alversians seemed to enjoy a welcoming environment and perhaps something that complimented their culture. By what Ray had seen so far, Alversian culture must be quite sophisticated and serene. He smiled towards Malcolm and gave a welcoming look towards Ferun. At his current sitting position, he was exactly opposite of Ferun with Malcolm at the fore of the table to his right. "I believe I'll have some of your finest Ale," Ray said. "Something to calm the nerves."

"Of course," Malcolm nodded to Ferun and strode calmly over to one of the replicators mounted into the wall. He stood in front of it as he gave his request to the machine,
"Glass. Water. One degree above freezing." He waited patiently as his order was processed and a glass filled with freezing cold water materialised in front of him. He took the glass, holding it with some difficulty, before placing it in front of the Acean,
"I hope it's not too cold Ma'm," he smiled then laughed as Ray's request,

"Normally, we don't allow alcohol on a military ship but I guess you're technically not a member of my crew so," He turned back to the Replicator for his next order, before handing a pint glass to the Anagonian,
"Have a try, it's only replicated of course, but hopefully some of the Alversian passion has been transferred," He laughed again and settled down in his own chair. He had not taken anything for himself,
"So, tell me," he asked, relaxing, "How have you both come to colonise this same system? It must be a wonderful coincidence." He said it all calmly, easily. He was sat in his chair and waited for a reply.

Ferun took the glass of freezing water and sipped a mouthful before getting down to business. "The Federation first discovered this system about thirty years ago. We immediately established a large outpost a year later on one of the moons of the largest planet in the system. We suspected the pirates that ravage our merchant fleet have bases at the far end of the system. That's the Federation's story."

Ray thanks Malcolm, taking a sip and gagging suddenly as he swallowed. "WOAH That's some good stuff!" He coughed, then drank some more having not been used to the taste of Alverian Ale. He had noted the replicators and wanted to mention that the Galactic Federation used a technology that was similar. But by the time he finished swallowing the stinging drink, Ferun had spoken and he was stuck in the due process of the meeting. After setting the pint glass down, he spoke.

"The Galactic Federation intended to colonize this system for the purpose of a forward military outpost and mineral supply base." He cleared his throat, still stinging from the ale. "We did not know the existence of a base already, and would happily discuss terms to allow one of our bases in this system to support your fight against the pirate threat."

"So it appears that there is a Pirate threat in this region then?" if Malcolm was surprised by the statement, he made no show of it, but merely nodded in acceptance of the statement,
"If a Pirate will attack one People's Trade then he will attack them all. We would also be willing to aid you in your Operations, should you require it. We may be only one ship but," He gave a small laugh at the Anagonian's reaction to the Ale, it was strong stuff sure, but there was stronger, that was considered quite mild, brewed for taste rather than strength, "We are more than a match for any Pirates. Do you have any estimates to their locations or numbers?" He asked politely.

Hangar

The doors to the Hangar hissed open to reveal the Kitsune who had first stumbled upon the Anagonians not that long ago and who had started this whole situation in the first place,
"Excuse me," Saal stated, not quite sure how to gain entry to the ship. So he stood and wondered if they would set of a sensor or something to notice him.

Hanger Bay 2 - AMS Fire Scout

U'Kon went over the message sent from the fleet. It was highly encrypted and detailed a somber situation on the Galactic-Northern Frontier of the Federation. He showed the Holo-PAD to Barbra, whom sighed and held two fingers between her ridges in distress. U'Kon make a clicking noise, having a worried look towards Lieutenant Kirk. The gesture was returned by Barbra smiling, "I'm alright, Lieutenant." Then a gentle chime sounded the bridge.

U'Kon was the first to react, standing as he headed from the bridge through the bulkhead door. Barbra close behind as they went a level lower to the miniature dock that was used to store extra supplies. The doorway to the exit ramp for the Scout ship blinked, U'Kon pressing a claw to it as it slid opened automatically. His reptilian muzzle slipped through the relative darkness of the interior, dressed in a navy blue outfit with no insignia lines that fit close to his muscular and alien frame. His tail brushed through the darkness, Barbra poking her very human and quite beautiful face out to examine the exterior. U'Kon's slitted eyes fixed upon the Kitsune, standing erect as he walked down the ramp and stopped just inches from the creature. Obviously dwarfing the Kitsune at being seven feet in height, he leaned down a bit, tilting his head. His words hissed out in rough common, "Yesssss?"

Saal almost took a step back from the being, his hand automatically and without thought, drifting down to his katana hilt, ready to draw the vibro-blade against any threats that reached him. He had a pistol too of course, it was standard Naval issue, but his first reflex was always to draw his sword, the symbol of his people. His ears snapped forward to the threat and his tail whipped in supposed agitation, though all these signs vanished as he realised the Being meant no harm. He had never seen such a tall creature before, but he guessed it was friendly,

"Greetings," He offered a low bow, "I am Lieutenant Commander Saal of the Starship Evan Baxtor. I am here to welcome you to the ship and offer you the freedom of her facilities. Certain areas not withstanding of course," a small smile, "Are there any questions?"

U'Kon noted the Kitsunes reaction, slightly amused by them. Realizing he was still intimidating even in the most mundane of military duties gave him much satisfaction. He tilted his head the other way, gazing down at the Kitsune whom had now identified himself as "Saal". A Lieutenant Commander, a position which U'Kon wished to attain one day. He admired the weird creature, giving a few amused clicks at his inquiry that followed. He was about to respond until Barbra stepped beside the much larger Raptorian. Standing at five feet and eight inches, she didn't compare to the reptilian. Yet, by his gaze downward at the human, U'Kon obviously considered Barbra an equal. She edged passed the larger bulk of U'Kon making sure to not step on his tail as she returned the bow from Saal.

"Greetings Lieutenant Command Saal," Barbra said in a kind tone. She gently stroked her hair back, trying to get it out of her eyesight for a few moments. Her outfit was similar to that of U'Kon's. "I am Lieutenant Barbra Kirk," she patted the Raptorians arm, "This is Lieutenant U'Kon. We thank you for your kind offer." She tilted her head sweetly, "Will you be our guide? I believe we would enjoy a tour."

U'Kon wanted to snarl down at the human. He refrained himself, however, recalling the Hierarchy of the Fire Hazard. First was the Captain, then Barbra, then himself. He was the new one, she the second oldest, and by default the Captain the first. He wanted to grumble, sigh, something other than give a pleasant look. Yet he maintained a calm expression, eye ridges somewhat raised higher in interest, letting the human speak for himself.

"Of course," Saal noticed the responses with a small smile, amused at the supposed hierarchy that existed on this ship. But then he was far from tall himself and he had many more imposing people under his command. He looked at Kirk and smiled to himself, he sensed something strange from within. She was truly beautiful, but he pushed that thought from his mind. He was here as a Diplomat, nothing more.
"Of course," he said, a lump in his throat, "This way," He led them out into the corridors of the Heavy Cruiser.

"Do you have any estimates to their locations or numbers?" He asked politely.

"We have no real numbers, The Navy estimates from a dozen pirate ships to hundreds. They use mostly small armed ships against our merchant fleet. There has been an increase in pirate activity due to new trade markets opening. The Acerian Federation will be happy to coordinate together to rid the universe of these troublemakers." she said it all very quickly and understandably. She handed two copies of the intelligence reports on the pirates to each diplomat. "The location is assumed to be at the outer edge of the system."

Hanger Bay 2

U'Kon and Barbra dutifully followed the Kitsune as he led the way for the tour of the ship. The Raptorian had further reaction of the Kitsune and continued to be amused by it. He was, however, sympathetic to the poor creature and made a mental note to not scare this "Saal" again. His mind trailed off as he concentrated on examining his surroundings of the alien ship.

Meeting Room

Ray Conway looked over the reports set before him. While not an experienced individual in commanding a Heavy Cruiser or larger vessel like the two individuals in the meeting room, Ray did have the experience of a soldier. Gazing at the report he had a good idea of how to go about delivering a heavy blow to any pirate activity in the area. This would, of course, be brought before another Captain for approval. Concerning the activity in general, the only thing that worried him was the implications to trade. Pirates were a vicious thorn in any rightful governing entities side. Perhaps he should press for a joint operation of some sorts. He gazed up from the report. "The Galactic Federation constantly protects its merchant fleet from activities such as that," he said. "We established the Galactic Army to basically route out pirates from our trading routes," he gazed at Ferun, "and I'm sure that if our two governments cooperate on the matter we could quickly route this threat."

"What kind of agreement can we agree on to end the pirate threat here? A joint military operation plus protection for both Federation's merchant ships?" asked Ferun, meaning, she was asking what idea he had.

Mess Hall

"This is the Mess Hall," Saal explained as he entered, the room was coloured in pretty much the same decorations as the rest of the ship, creams and whites. It was filled with tables, chairs and a few sofas below a large screen which showed the space zooming past. It was not truly a window though, merely a screen.
"If there is anything you need, please feel free to ask," Saal offered, looking at both Anagonians, his eyes lingering on Kirk slightly longer though.

Briefing Room

"That could be arranged I think, though our Navy is stretched thin as it is." Malcolm gave a small sigh, "I cannot, therefore, make you any promises, though we shall do what we can. Our Sister ship, the Marshall should be able to lend a hand, hopefully."

Briefing Room

Ray smiled widely, "I believe the Galactic Federation is in a prime position to assist you." He stretched his hands, "For a long time we have been at peace. For that length of time," he closed his hands, "we have enhanced our military. Our Galactic Army patrols for pirates and deals with them. I do believe we have much to spare for you here."

Mess Hall

While U'Kon was busy looking around, wandering from table to table and examining the room in general, Barbra gazed at Saal as she noticed the lengthy stare. She raised an eyebrow, giving a smile as she stepped closer to him. Hands behind her back, she gazed about the room. "So," she said formally, "what is your job on the ship?"

Briefing Room

"Would the Galactic Federation agree to sign an "agreement" on removing the pirate threat?" asked Ferun, smiling.

"I think a mutual trade agreement, both for the purpose of trade itself and for the protection of trade, would be beneficial to all here," Malcolm suggested casually, "Obviously, I cannot make such a decision without consulting the AMN, but I think they would be interested in this idea."

Mess Hall

"Well," Saal watched as the Guest moved from table to table, attracting some strange stares from the people who were sitting there, eating, conversing or working on assignments. Saal shook his head in amusement before answering,
"I am the Tactical Officer, I have control over all Offensive and Defense components of this ship. How about you?" he asked in amusement, tail flicking casually.

"Same here," Ray said as he nodded towards Malcolm. "I cannot speak for the Galactic Army, but I believe if we establish a draft of some type of...Trade Federation perhaps we could urge them to action." He smiled towards Ferun, "I'm sure that then our Military would do some pirate cleansing."

Mess Hall

U'Kon, noticing the weird looks, occasionally snarled at a few of the individuals to stop the suspicious glaring. He honestly didn't like the attention, his tail thrashing during the glares to show his disapproval. Eventually he found his way to a free seat, sitting down and observing the Mess Hall.

Barbra nodded, looking at Saal. "I'm the Lieutenant on board the ship, much like U'Kon is." She motioned to the now-sitting U'Kon, "He's the navigator, and I'm the second-in-command and general know-it-all." She giggled lightly, "I must say that I didn't take you for the commanding type."

"I can speak for the Federation however. They would be surely interested in a trade federation and trade protection pact. The Federal Navy would also agree with my words. We've been fighting pirates for centuries. Any help is appreciated" She said, shooting a look at each diplomat.

"Like I said, Ma'am," Malcolm raised his hands in an apologetic gesture, "I am merely a humble Captain in the People's Navy. I have no authourity to make treaties with Foreign Nations. I can speak for neither the Alversian People's Navy nor the Merchant Navy though I can say that my ship will engage any pirates we can within our capacity. Shall I send a request for someone more...qualified to make this arrangement with you?" He asked politely.

Mess Hall

"Yes, well," Saal blushed again, his tail twitching again, "normally, I'm commanding Marines or preparing to fire a CDPD. Showing people around is an...awkward task for me..."

Ray Conway smiled as he looked at Ferun and Malcolm, "I believe the respected Captain has a point. While under the laws of the Galactic Federation I do have authority to draft treaties, I cannot instantly approve them." He raised an eyebrow, "As odd as it sounds, only a higher ranking official or member of public office can approve such things." He chuckled, "So I put forth that we take a brief recess and contact those whom can represent our Galactic Nations more properly?"

Mess Hall

Barbra looked at Saal, noticing his blush. She had been observing his physical responses, such as his tail twitching, and successfully placing the reactions to possibly emotions or mental states. A horde of species in the Galactic Federation had tails which acted in the same manner. So it wasn't hard for her to connect the dots. She gave a warm smile as her hands remained behind her back, "I knew a man once who commanded Marines. He's now a Grand Admiral, and a member of public office." She raised an eyebrow, "He also happens to be married with another species, which I find quite interesting and acceptable."

She looked around the room, "Anyway, don't shame yourself. Being second-in-command is an outstanding position. Your the personal confidant of the Captain, know everything he or she knows, and help him or her do what needs to be done." She looked back at Saal, "It is in all honesty something to be proud of."

"Go right ahead, this is your ship, perhaps we all need a break." said Ferun, then finishing the rest of the still icy water, which was nothing to her. The Acerian Federation would have interesting new nations to study, and a bonus, the nations would help them with fighting the dreaded pirates.

"I shall see if I can get a Representitive from the Merchant Navy and the Navy itself here to discuss the matter." Malcolm nodded and turned to leave, as he did so, though, an Ensign entered the room and gave both Guests a salute,
"This is Ensign Kim. He will provide for anything you need while I am gone. If there are any problems, please don't hesitate to ask him. I will return shortly" Malcolm offered each another bow and left.

Mess Hall

"Ah, well," Saal blushed even more furiously and his flicking tail increased it's activity, "See, I'm not actually Second-in-Command, that would be Commander Mitchell. I am the Second Officer, so I am technically the 3rd in charge" He said, "Inter-marrying is also common between our two peoples...Alversians and Kitsune I mean...we do it all the time now..." He trailed off, leaving the awkward explaination in the air.

Ray then retrieved his PAD from inside his uniform pocket, examining it as he started pressing the screen. "I'll use my ship to contact some officials. They should arrive shortly afterward." He sat back in his chair, nodding towards the Ensign as he entered and introduced himself.

Mess Hall

"Third in command?" She smiled, gazing at U'Kon. "I suppose on our ship that would be Lieutenant U'Kon, but he doesn't have much responsibility other than being himself." She gazed back at Saal, noticing his emotions were spiking. She giggled, "I'm not embarrassing you, am I?"

Meanwhile, Ferun began looking through a file that she brought with herself. Then she took out her communicator and began speaking in her native language that was well known in the Federation, but not outside it. "We're near a trade protection deal."

Mess Hall

"I...I...well...I...I'm not..." If possible, he blushed even more furiously, tail reaching a new stage in it's flicking as he shook his had,
"I'm not embarressed Ma'am," he replied honestly, or rather dishonestly.

Mess Hall

Barbra supposed she should lay off on the poor Kitsune. Being around two other guy's for a long amount of time, especially two you didn't necessarily like, made her a bit flamboyant in affairs with other people it seemed. She calmly gazed towards the mess hall, then to U'Kon. After dropping hints towards the Raptorian a few weeks back, she gave up. It was very unprofessional in her opinion anyway. She sighed, gazing back at Saal. "Look," she said sweetly, "I'm sorry for all that."

BUMP for Greal and/or Alversia.

"Don't worry about it," Saal shook his head, pleased that she had apologised and that he did not look such a fool after all,
"I know it was nothing really." She could have just cut his left arm off and still he would have forgiven her,
"So...what do you think of our humble ship?" He asked, aiming away from the awkward conversation.

"I think it's well constructed," Barbra said with a smile. She found an empty seat, inviting Saal to sit next to her. "I must admit our starships are nothing compared to yours."

"Oh?" Saal settled into the seat opposite her, making himself comfortable, "What are your starships like?"

Barbra shrugged, "Nothing fancy really." She gazed around, "Nothing like this." Looking at Saal, she smiled. "Usually the crew quarters are spartan, even in the regular exploration ships." She chuckled, "All expect the carriers, those guy's are the lucky ones." She sighed, "If you look around our scout ship, you'd about see every detail in every ship we build."

"Wow, most of our ships look like this," Saal smiled wanly, feeling a little embarressed, "I can't imagine what advantage is to be gained from such spartan living conditions?"

"Better fighting conditions, not getting used to your surroundings or getting lazy." She shrugged again, "Pick one."

OOC: Don't really have much to post.

"Well," Saal smiled, "It is possible, with training and discipline, to both fight like demons and enjoy the finer qualities of space travel," he laughed lightly, "I can't really imagine living in a metal box for long. It just wouldn't seem...natural."

Near the Evan Baxtor - Space

The call had been long in coming. Three Nova Cass Exploration Destroyers (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=gfmc&action=display&thread=92&page=1#383) exited Hyper Warp and smoothly arced in angle towards the Alversian Heavy Cruiser. The first two that entered seemingly glided past the Heavy Cruiser and under the battle platform. Once again sensors were used to investigate the huge platform, more intense this time. Before any response could be initiated against the obvious intrusion, the two Nova's went back into Hyper Warp back in the direction they came from. The lone Exploration Destroyer came alongside the Evan Baxter, matching speed and angle as the shields were lowered. A message was sent from the bridge of the Nova.

Attention:

This is the Galactic Federation Fleet Command Star Ship MONOLITH, under command of Rear Admiral Zeltess of the Galactic Federation Star Forces. We come on behalf of diplomacy, with wishes of talks and trade. Therefore, upon the Grand Admirals request, we ask for permission to allow the Grand Admiral to represent our Galactic Federation in the meeting being held on board your ship.

-Captain Timothy U'Goth

The Anarchy, though itself was being scanned, was also scanning the new visitors and adding the new files on them in a special classified section in the computer. Tens of thousands of AA guns were still on, mostly alert for a surprise attack of fighters or missiles. The Federal Navy was keeping a wary eye on the new arrivals, plus the ongoing meeting.

The Anagonian vessel was followed by another Alversian ship, three vessels, however, two of them were considerably smaller than either the Anagonian vessels or the Arcean vessel. The fleet consisted of a Merchant Vessel, a large ship that was bigger than even the Heavy Cruiser or the Anagonian vessels, turrets trained on the other ships while two Corvettes darted around her like flies around a dog. The trade vessel was a part of the Alversian Merchant Fleet and it was carrying a Diplomat from the Merchant Navy while Captain Malcolm had been appointed as the APN Representitive.

Elsewhere, a message was sent to the Anagonians

Permission granted. We shall beam your Diplomat aboard our
vessel momentarily. Standby.

She woke up from a gentle slumber. Her dreams full of her love, her life, and their countless decades together as one. In his arms, around him, she could be something less than the intimidating figure her form presented her as. Instead of hiding behind the veil of command and control, she could let someone else control things. It was a welcome relief, an expected vacation, and a period with each encounter that she wanted to last for all eternity. Her reptilian eyes slowly opened to the darkened room of her quarters. Hoping beyond hope she'd be in his arms, far from here.

A gentle sigh as she realized through a clouded mind that her luck wasn't with her. A groan from the stress of her duties as Grand Admiral, her tail thumping the spartan bed beneath her with a resounding effect. Zeltess wanted to be angry, allowing her Komodren biology to take over and deliver the natural and uncanny strength her species inherited through natural evolution. Just to rip through her surroundings at her grief for not being where she wanted to be. Sitting up in the darkness, the covers falling from her form, she stroked under her chin with her claws. It made a soothing sound, something instinctive and primal that calmed her flaming soul. Her talons touch the floor, ever so softly, making a clicking noise as each met the hard metallic surface. Waking up was the hardest part of her job, especially after such dreams involving her mate.

She stood, head sill lowered in a groggy state of mind, to her seven feet and eight inch height. The gentle rays from the rooms artificial lighting kicked in sensing her motion upwards. It wasn't enough to make her recoil, nor was it bright enough to reveal her naked form. Her silver eyes glowed, however. The light reflecting from them and across the silver streak that passed from the beginning of her snout down to the tip of her tail. She was an unusual blend for her species, unique in showing her royal bloodline. Zeltess walked to the spartan sitting area and called for her morning coffee. It replicated in the food replicator beside the table, she taking it and sipping softly as her eyes closed.

Her mind wanted to wander again. Knowing the consequences, she opened her eyes half-way to view the clothing rack as it slowly extended from the side wall with her uniform. The computer was set to nagging mode, she realized. The distraction was enough to kick her mental gears, and she consumed her morning coffee quickly and went about preparing herself for the coming events scheduled. Taking care of personal hygiene and other affairs, she donned her Grand Admirals uniform which was nothing but a glorified jumpsuit. Colored blue with rank insignia upon the shoulders, a GFFC logo complimented the chest area. It was a comfortable fit, something she enjoyed wearing for diplomatic affairs. Afterward she set about gaining information about the recent events and headed to the transporter room wherein the Alversians would beam her over to their ship. She stood on one of the circles, making sure her uniform was just right, and sighed looking at the Lieutenant with a nod. "Let's get this started, shall we?"

A quick flash later, the Anagonian was aboard the Alversian Heavy Cruiser. There to wait for her was a Lieutenant Commander of the Alversian Navy, wearing the standard suit of the APN, a dark red with gold piping,
"Welcome to the Evan Baxtor, Ma'am," He saluted, "Would you care to follow me."

The Grand Admiral was coming, judging from the reports on her communicator. This would be an interesting meeting. Ferun kindly asked the Alversian Ensign for another glass of freezing water. AS she was doing so, she was studying the uniform of the Ensign. Everyone has interesting uniforms.

Zeltess gave a brief salute in return, gently nodding her head in response to his request. She followed the Alversian, taking note of his interesting uniform. She tilted her head at the gold piping, but shrugged and resumed her walk just to the back of the individual as she proceeded to sight-see along the way.

As they walked through the ship, they were saluted by all Alversian Crew as they passed. It was only a short trip from the Transporter Rooms to the Briefing Room, where the other Officals were waiting, including Captain Malcolm, who had been elected to act as the APN Representitive for the meeting. He nodded to the Diplomat,
"Welcome, Ma'am," He saluted, then offered his hand, "I am pleased that you made it."