Polis Diplomatic Chambers
The Aurolian Delegate sat silently in his corner of the room and watched as the Summit took place to an unexpected turn, but what had been now said by both sides of the issue. He feels rep0ady to speak up for the federation, he stood up, clearing his throat as all eyes were glued to him. "I Answer yes, we are indeed better then those barbarians. However, I must be in agreement with the Nerai. My people were once slaves of the Golden Empire, only be a stroke of good fortune we have liberated ourselves many centuries ago. And although that is long past for any grudges to hold. I feel that despite your good intentions Representatives, a repeat is not needed in these dire times. I apologize and say with great respect that we shall decline your offer. We thank you for your considerations." He bowed as he sat back down, patiently waiting for whomever makes the next move. Although, the situation has escalated rather fast, for better of his people? That he is uncertain of.
On the outer fringes of the Zevrus, the Carrier Justicar cruises through the empty void of space as it made it's slow and easy approach towards the Dead World of Fury. Normally, Aurolian ships wouldn't travel this far in the middle of nowhere, however. Raider activity was quite high in the system for over a month. And some much needed Intel was provided from a traveling Pirate-turned-Freelance. What was said that this world used to be a favorite location as a base for any scoundrel or barbarian. And with the recent attacks, this was a good first step as any to bring an end to the raids, possibly an invasion.
Aboard the Justicar, Hanger Bay
"Alright ladies, listen up." A Paladin Sergeant in Heavy Assault Armor, holding his helmet to his left side. His squad stood at attention as he spoke up. "Four weeks ago, we had sightings of unidentified craft roaming in the outer edges of the system. Normally this was cause of some suspicion, but Command felt they were of no threat." He said mockingly on the last bit. Followed by the collective chuckles of his men. "Well, they finally took it seriously enough after our mystery ships returned and fired upon a traveling Cruise Liner a few days ago." He paused as he pulled out a small device, immediately a small Holographic map of the region materialized before the paladin squad. "We have one lead as to where they may be based at, Fury, it's pretty much a dead world, devoid of any life and atmosphere. And when we got from Survivors of the attack, it's a very real possibility that we're dealing with a Neobarbarian Incursion here." The paladins reacted differently to this, all not too enthusiastic about the revelation. It's been at least two years since their last conflict with Neobarbarians. Preventing another one would be preferable.
"You remember how it works." The sergeant said. "We caught early this time. Meaning somewhere on Fury, they have a listing Post, or a Forward Operations Base of sorts down there. Our job, get in, wreck their shit up. And kill as many as those Neo bastards as possible. Once they figure out we know they're coming. They'll pull out and everyone here is a hero. You ladies ready to kick Neo ass?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
He smirked with the response. "That's more like it. Get aboard the Dropship, we're entering orbit soon."