[h2]Kibō-hosh[/h2]
The Draconian Major Warlord watched with some amount of interest as the holographic display pinged with updates- dozens and dozens of ships surrounding a planet, all facing more or less inwards. Based on the ships' actions, their orbits, positions, and numbers, it didn't take much to figure out that they were clearly setting the planet under siege. [i]Interesting indeed, this may bring more honor than I ever expected from this trip.[/i] Thoughts of the honor gained from breaking this blockade and taking the planet- as well as the resources- gave heavy incentive to attack.

His interest rose as nine ships rose from the surface, shooting for the blockade. Accelerating to high-sublight, they darted through, and the Major Warlord's grunted in recognition of their slight cleverness. They were escaping the planet, likely to bring help from outside, and they were now moving towards his fleet. 

Ten ships to his several hundred... and the war on the planet may boil over to the point of both sides exhausting the majority of their resources, leaving the planet open for the taking... There was honor, true, but then there was also saving his own peoples' hides from meaningless battle for resource and land. Why not just wait and take it later?

"Intercept the ships," he growled, "launches drones and use tractor beams to slow them down when they're within range. Have the drones disable them; I want them neutralized, but not dead." A chorus of [i]affirmatives[/i] rang out across the Combat Information Center, and the Draconian leader smiled grimly. Oh yes, he thought, this might work out very well. He would speak with the occupants of the ships that now approached him before he released or boarded them- they may prove to be valuable allies, or worthy slaves.