[b]Bicirrigan Capital Spaceport[/b]

A line of finely dressed statesmen and stateswomen marched up the ramp to a finely decorated transport craft, their fifteen metallic faces betraying no emotion, no expression. The Bicirrigans were not often ones to pay such attention to aesthetic detail, even on diplomatic missions, but they learned that to impress on first contact was crucial. The thrusters fired, lifting the craft into space, and to the craft that would transport it on its mission. Bias drives fired, and the escort fleet was off, to arrive at the Luna System within two days.

[b]Luna System, Outer Edges[/b]

"Our fleet has arrived at your system. The diplomats will depart in a single transport, escorted by two frigates and a full squadron of fighters, to ensure their safety. The transport will wait in orbit for your permission to land."