Shaavi and M'rella looked about themselves, familiarizing themselves with their new environs. The wide corridors, the strange nature of the walls with embedded crystals were off great interest as was the variety of uniforms arrayed before them.

They listened to McKay ramble on at length while getting a great of the situation.

"Greetings," Shaavi stated, showing her hands to the sides to illustrate their lack of firearms. Thor only apparent possession was what appeared to be a technological box in a custom sheathe pocket on their hips. "We come in peace."

"We have had some experience with alternate worlds ourselves," the green skinned woman commented, "Unfortunately neither of us are part of the science division. I'm Shaavi, ship security and tactical. This is M'Rella, helmsman and pilot for our vessel."

Captain Yamanami

The trip had taken a bit longer than he had expected before the delegation from the Andromeda had arrive at their destination. Their own ship was dwarfed by this vessel, which in turn meant there was a lot more walking required to get where they needed to go. Of course size wasn't everything, but it was still impressive to see.

At last they reached their destination, the bridge of the ship. It was very different from that of the Andromeda in design and in form. Sweeping lines and curves, not like the clean utilitarianism of their own warship. For now though Yamanami focused on the others who ere present, and assortment of humans in various uniforms, as well as one group who would not have looked amiss with the Gamilas. Then there was the final group, which was presumably what they had been warned about before. So while there were some momentary surprise, the discomfort was fleeting.

After a moment he stepped forward to join the immediate introductions that were going on. "Captain Yamanami, UNCS Andromeda," he said with a small tip of his hat. "My apologies for the brusqueness earlier, but we were coming from a fairly tense situation. As it stands, I would like to have this resolved fairly quickly so we can rejoin the fight back home. Can't say we've dealt with alternate realities before, though there's been one case of a vessel nearly being trapped in a pocket dimension." Fortunately for all of them the Yamato had been able to escape that predicament. He wasn't sure if that information would be of use here.

Oglivie, Sonia and Eggman walked into the Sparcely populated grand hall that served as the senate building. There were many empty seats in the house, almost 3/4 of them. Sonia looked around with a face of uneasiness. "Did this few of them actually care enough to hear us?" she asked. Eggman tapped his nose.

"More likely this is all that's left of them. War is a tricky business and if these guys are on the losing side, then all the more difficult for them to help us." He said, before bending down and whispering in her ear _{"More likely, they want us to join them."}

"This emergency meeting [ffzzzzzt] Is now brought to order." He looked over the remnants of the once grand and proud Confederacy of Independent Systems.

"First order of business." a member of the Trade Federation that was sat next to Bromb called. He pressed a button on the console. "War Report."

"The Galactic Empire has been making gains with their [fzzzzzzzt] Brand new vessels and equipment." he said as a galactic map appeared. "I'm afraid that [fzzt] the following worlds have been conquered." 7 systems turned red as the desks of 7 of the people that did show up to the meeting also turned red. "Those of you who's worlds have been conquered, you are welcome to stay with us, the Techno Union is more than [fzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt]" He slammed his fist into his chest, before twisting the dial "Excuse me. The Techno Union is more than happy to host any and all of your governments that wish to rule in Exile, as we will support and recognize your governments." There was a few murmers. 7 planets may not have been much in the grand scheme, but with their numbers dwindling to so few, those 7 planets hit them hard. "After the fall of Count Dooku and General Grievous, as well as the White Flag Slaughter, we all knew that times were going to be tough, but we still endure, every day that we exist is a day that they have not won. If we can endure until tomorrow, then we can endure until the day after that. Every day, we must promise ourselves that we will endure until the next day, if we can do that, then the Confederacy can never be defeated. Intergalactic tyranny will never rule us." There was an ovation of clapping... Which sadly fell flat with the realization of how quiet it was with so few. He then looked down at the 3 of their guests.

"Our next order of business, the arrival of the Egg Carrier and her crew from the esteemed House of Acorn on Mobius." the speaker sitting next to Bromb called. He guestured for Sonia to speak. Stepping out from behind the desk, she bowed to them.

"Esteemed members of the Confederacy of Independant Systems, my name is Sonia Acorn, Princess of Mobius, Second Child of King Sonic and Queen Sally, Guardian of the Realm and Protector of the Chaos Emeralds." She leaned up. "I do know that you are in a dire position and i am willing to grant what little aid we can offer to you, but my people are in an equally dire position. The Exiled Prince Manic of Mobius has recently failed a coup upon my house. With this, he has escaped our grasp and has ventured out into the galaxy with promises to rebuild and re-arm his forces. We beseech anyone that might be able to point us in the direction of him. Have any of you seen him?" She called. The house was silent. "Have you recently been attacked by anyone weilding powerful new technologies at all?" She asked. There was a murmuring. A Koorivar stood up.

"The Empire has recently made great leaps and bounds in their technological advancements as of late. This Prince Manic must be working with them." He called. At that point, a Muun stood up.

"That is ludicrous. The Empire has been very clear in its pro-Human rhetoric, i highly doubt that they would be assisting someone like this, even for technological advancement. We are at war, you should either join us or get out of here and allow us to continue our war." He called.

"No, we cannot afford to turn away allies at a time like this!" A Sullustan yelled, standing up. "I call that we formally ask the Egg Carrier and her crew to join us, along with Mobius." He called.

"ORDER!!!" Bromb roared. His machine began to fizz as he fiddled with the controls as the court settled down. Eggman stepped forwards.

"The Egg Carrier is but a single ship. Although powerful, she is not enough to sway a war in her favour. If we were to join now, our vessel would be destroyed and our world ransacked. We are currently working on an entire fleet of powerful warships that, once completed, will be able to make a difference. If we remain out of this war for the time being, we will be able to come back in 6 months with an actual fleet." He called. "I ask for patience. We will fight the Overlanders, but not right now." He called. There was a murmuring from the stands.

"Overlanders?" the Muun asked. "We are talking about the Galactic Empire."

"Yes, the Galactic Empire of Overlanders, much like myself." Eggman called. There was another murmuring.

"We will [fzzzzzt] call a recess to confer please return in an hour..." Bromb called.

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@Sep, @thedman,@Assallya, & @CaptainBritton

Valtrix leaned forward in his seat as he listened to the other delegations with interest, steepling his fingers beneath his chin as he did so. Talk had slowly shifted from exploring any surrounding star systems, to sharing past experiences of travel to other universes and realities. Most likely so each party present could figure out if the same phenomenon had happened here or not. Letting out a short exhale through his nostrils, Valtrix glanced over towards the metallic doors off to his right as the captain of the Yamanami strode onto the bridge. Watching as the man tipped his hat slightly, Valtrix leaned back in his chair and nodded in greeting to Shaavi and her crew before letting his arms fall onto the chairs armrests. Clearing his throat, he began to speak.

"Look, discussing different universes is all well and good, especially since we all seem to be in one that is completely alien to our own-" Valtrix began, letting his gaze roam over every person currently in the room, "-but it doesn't help us get any closer to figuring out where we actually are or where we should go next. It's also somewhat irrelevant as none of us actually have a way to travel between different realities. At least, I assume we don't." he finished, his eyes narrowing slightly. "As if any of us did, I think someone would have used it to leave this place by now."

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In the Solomon's Bridge, Cmmdr Harden glanced meaningfully at Dr. Lovato. She was staring intently at her own screen, silently watching the live feed from Lt. Reed's helmet cam. Harden shifted in his crash couch.
"Doctor?" he prompted.
"Anachronisms..." she started. "The Daedalus' crew has a ship that can leap across lightyears, but those rifles look like antiques. Those drive plumes-" Dr. Lovato pulled up an external feed of the Daedalus "-aren't Epstein Drives. They are some form of fusion-based system, but they're incredibly inefficient. They leak energy like sieves; there's no evidence of magnetic coil exhaust acceleration for continuous use. However, I think they're powerful enough to leap from Mars to Jupiter in fewer than two hours. It's like someone came along and uplifted humanity into the space age."
"Sounds like we can use each other."
"They've got raw power; we've got the experience and technique to use it better. And the rest of these factions... some I don't even know where to begin. One of them might even be more of a space-dwelling organism than any kind of conventional ship."
"We're outgunned and in over our heads with a shipful of young'uns. We need to seek shelter with someone relatable. Cap'n seems to agree," the Commander finished, gesturing at the screen.

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Captain Jaeger said, "We're doing no good floating in the middle of nowhere. Wherever we go, let's find some locals, maybe figure out how to get everyone home, maybe figure out how to survive. We're not equipped for long-haul voyages; the Solomon will need to resupply - conservatively - sometime in the next year before we run out of hydroponics and fuel pellets, let alone if we use any ammo. And if negotiations fail, well. We've got the makings of a small fleet. I'm sure we can thrive, one way or another. The Donnager is in. Let's go anywhere, as long as there are people and industry."

Captain Jaeger turned to Colonel Sheppard @Sep. "Colonel, if I may?" he said gesturing to the side. "You guys are the most... human I've seen out here, wherever here is. You come into a strange situation ready to protect yourself while leading with your words. Your ship, your equipment feels familiar; it feels right. Obviously I accept your kind offer to tow us to safer harbor - or at least, a harbor. But, I think we can do better. I'd like to exchange engineering teams, trade a few technologies, teach each other a few tricks of the trade. My top scientist says she thinks we can help you out with a few things. And if we can keep trusting each other, down the line... who knows?"

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From the responses of the other delegations, it seemed that they supported the idea of jumping to the nearest system. That was good- a disagreement at this stage could prove troublesome. While Ikani usually didn't care much for Terran politics, she knew how far disagreements could escalate between them. If Shelley's analysis was correct, though, a good number of these Terrans had similar governments, which would hopefully make working together easier. While she usually didn't pay too much attention to the minute differences between Terran governments back home, if they were going to be stuck alongside these ones, it would be important to learn more about them. Shelley was their resident Terran expert, so she'd leave that up to her.

There were a few new arrivals still coming in, including the only other non-humans they had seen. They seemed to speak the same language as everyone else, though, so it was possible that they knew of humans. As they entered, Shelley's earlier question was answered as the delegation discussed their experiences with travel between universes. The infested Terran took mental notes as she listened to his explanation. It seemed that while travel between universes was possible, they did not possess the technology to do so. Once they were finished explaining, she gave a nod. "Thank you. Hopefully, we can find a solution to this problem, although it is a difficult one to solve. In our universe, a race known as the Xel'Naga once had the ability to travel between universes, but they are long extinct. Maybe the natives have their own methods?"

Valtrix soon spoke up, pointing out that they still didn't know where they were, and that discussing different universes wouldn't get them anywhere at this stage, and Ikani agreed with him. "He's right. We need to focus on what to do now, not later." She looked over at the captain. "Captain, if you could bring up a map, it would be helpful. We need to know what systems are nearby, and which one we should travel to first."

The Solomon delegation spoke up next, mentioning that they would need to resupply eventually. They then turned to the Daedalus delegation,
offering to trade technologies. While Moonreaver and the Zerg organisms inside could enter hibernation and survive indefinitely, it was by no means desirable. They didn't need industry like the Terrans, but having somewhere to settle down and expand the brood would be nice. If she really wanted, Ikani could leave without the others and settle on some remote world, but having them around would be convenient. It would take a massive amount of resources to create a Leviathan similar to Moonreaver, resources that they didn't have. There was no Char, no fellow Broodmothers to rely on- they were on their own. After a few more moments of contemplation, Ikani spoke. "We do not require industry, at least not in the same way that you Terrans do. We can create our own...industries, if we have somewhere to colonize. Preferable a mineral-rich world. From there, I could expand my brood tremendously. If the natives are hostile, it might be necessary."

John nodded as the delegation from the Solomon indicated a minor aside. "We'll definitely have a lot to talk about when we're in the right situation. Though I agree-" He scowled at McKay "-We need to focus on getting out of here before we worry about anything else. I'm sure we can together pick a destination to head too. As Colonel Caldwell indicated the Daedalus can open a hyperspace window for your vessel should you accept the offer. That way you aren't going to be left stranded here." The scowl couldn't dissuade Rodney any longer.

"Obviously if anyone else needs a tow we won't be able to offer it, we'll be pushing our hyperdrive to the maximum as it is. That said this ship should have a capability far beyond our own depending on what ty-"

"McKay!" John shot daggers at the scientist as Ronan grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him closer in an effort to shut him up.

Teyla took the moment to step forward, focusing on the Captain of the Ancestral vessel. "Perhaps there will be time elsewhere for the rest of this conversation."

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"M'Lord. We've detected energy signatures matching those you identified at two locations. One is a small Separatist holdout, the other is in deepspace. What shall we do?"

"Dispatch the fleet."

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@Sep, @thedman, @Assallya, @Flamelord, @Queen Raidne, & @CaptainBritton



Valtrix nodded at Ikani as he got up from his chair and walked over to a nearby console, shooting the members of the Daedalus delegation a curious glance as he did so. He didn't know what they were arguing about and he wasn't sure he wanted to, but it seemed to be important, to them at least. He shook his head slightly, pushing the thought from his mind, and quickly finished his jaunt to the console. Pressing a few of the crystalline buttons embedded in its face, Valtrix brought up a three-dimensional holographic display of the surrounding systems, none of which were recognizable obviously, at the bridges center for easy viewing.

Stepping away from the console, Valtrix walked over to another one nearby and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest as he examined the map himself. It was an odd thing really. For while it showed accurate displays of the surrounding systems, details that had also been grabbed by his ships systems when he had scanned the area upon arrival, it did not display any of their names as there was no real reference point in this reality upon which his crafts computer systems could base its current naming conventions.

Meaning that until he could enter the data manually, or find some piece of local data storage technology that was compatible with his own storage tech, they were stuck having to find out the name of whatever world they were going to travel to themselves. Not a very exciting prospect. As it would not only oust them as foreigners, but it would also cause whatever native inhabitants they came across to try and pry deeper into their business.

Something none of them needed to deal with. Especially given their current situations.

"The map is up." Valtrix said to the room at large. "Now we just have to figure out where to go."

Captain Yamanami

It was good to see that there were no hard feelings about what had happened earlier, and the altercation that had almost taken place. Even more surprising was the fact that no one had inquired further about the damage to the Andromeda, but that just made it easier for him in turn. Trust was a bit hard to come by, and revealing so much would have been a bit reckless at this point.

Looking between the various factions and their offers of assistance to each other, he did find a reason to speak up. "Our own FTL is currently offline, though we're hoping to have it back up shortly. We lost the escorts bringing us back to Earth when we wound up here."

At that point a map was brought up by their host, detailing the various systems that surrounded them. Turning towards the image, he rubbed his chin in thought for a moment as he examined "If we're going to make port then we'll need an inhabited system, either with oceans or orbital shipyards," he observed after a moment. "Beyond that I suppose the exact destination doesn't matter that much."

it wasn't as if they knew what they were walking into. They'd just have to hope for the best.

Damn, nearly 3 weeks since i last posted IC, i'll try to get an post done tomorrow or Wednesday.

Another barrage of turbolaser fire flew from the starboard side of the Resurgence, slamming into the crippled Imperial Star Destroyer and blowing a hole in it's port side. All across the fringes of both Hutt and Unknown space, the last vestiges of the Galactic Empire made a frantic last stand against a resurgent Republic Remnant and the New Republic that they've allied with. This particular battle was lead by the flagship of the Supreme Commander of the Republic Remnant himself and his flagship. Boarding parties had disabled the SD's hyperdrive and were making a push for the bridge as the Resurgence's cannons kept the ship autolocking down behind the party to prevent any of the Stormtroopers on board from reinforcing the bridge.

"Fire again, aim closer to the-" Jason Erthos' sentence is cut short as an explosion rocks the Kenobi, reducing it's fighting capability but not doing enough damage to remove it from the fight. Shortly after, the Acclamator-Class ship responsible for the damage exploded in a brilliant show of lights. About the same time, the boarding parties reported that the bridge of the Star Destroyer had been taken. "Good work. You know the drill, bring the captain and fleet officers there for trial, then set the ship to self destruct." The last Acclamator exploded and soon smaller explosions lit up the stars as the ARC fights and V-Wings picked off the remaining TIE fighters.

"Another victory. Your thoughts, Commander Hammer?" The red and white adorned clone glanced up from the holographic display and shrugged.

"It went well, Supreme Commander. The Gravity Well worked as it was supposed to too, so that's one for R&D if you ask me." Nodding, Jason returned to his seat as the last of the L/AATs left the Star Destroyer and landed to off-load prisoners on the Fisto. After which they returned to their berths on the Resurgence.

"Helm, take us to hyperspace and Hosnian Prime. Let's get the last of these traitors their due reward for stabbing the Republic in the back." A nod and the familiar lines of stars becoming blurs began to appear as hyperspace was jumped to. However, the Resurgence was redirected by a flash of white light, to a destination unknown.

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When the flagship of the Republic Remnant's supreme commander exited hyperspace several hours later with their Arquitan-Class escort ships, it was not above Hosnian Prime, or even the Hosnian system. And before them lay several ships of unidentified design and appearance. "Helmsman, care to explain."

The man at the helm of the ship was rapidly going through his readouts and screens, but frowned the whole time. "I wish I could, sir. The last entered coordinates were to Hosnian Prime and now...we're here." Jason frowned and Hammer approached the read out as he exited the lift. Bringing it up, he frowned behind his helmet.

"Sir, it would seem we're still in our galaxy, but...I'm getting far more Imperial signatures than when we went into hyperspace. Something isn't right." Jason nodded in decision and turned to the communications officer.

"Open an open hail." Waiting a moment after receiving an affirmative nod, he starts speaking. "Attention unidentified ships, this is Supreme Commander Jason Erthos of the Galactic Republic Remnant. It would seem the galaxy is not how we left it several hours ago, and we hope you might be able to answer some questions. Please respond on this channel."

Travis stared up at the monument before him, it was hard to believe how far Earth had come in the short amount of time since they beat back the reapers. This monument honored those who fought, and died. Both in space, and ground. They had sacrificed everything to keep humanity safe, and this had been the site of the decisive battle of Earth. London did suffer heavily in the attack, but now there was not a trace left behind. Even the reaper remains had been dragged off to undisclosed black sites within the solar system. Lest they indoctrinate anyone else. He gave a soft sigh as he came to those lost upon the Glasgow. They had lost so many in that battle, but their crippled ship had survived enough to be deemed repairable, after the battle. Now with some new crew, and some new toys. They would be leaving again, the first through the mass relay into the next system. Two frigates would be escorting them then separating when they made it to the other side, their mission was to scout out as much territory as they could, and help quash any pirate lords that might have taken over other systems in their absence.

It would be a rough mission, but Travis knew the Glasgow was ready for it. Almost as if reading his thoughts, his datapad pinged telling him it was time to go, that there was a shuttle waiting for him at the end of the walk. So he walked, his boots making hollow thuds on what had once been the sight of Earth's biggest battle in history, and one of the worse losses of human life in a long time. A small man, in the infinite scheme of what had happened there. Unbeknownst to him fate, or perhaps destiny would have something in store for him, and his crew. At the end of the walkway as a black, and red shuttle painted in the colors of the N7 special forces group, with a old school shark maw painted on it. Something he had let the small detachment of special forces operators paint onto their Kodiak, the doors slid open and he was greeted by one of his bridge officers. "Everyone is accounted for, we're the last ship to enter the hangar Captain. They want us through the relay in 30 minutes." She smiled, and gave her captain her best nod. Travis said nothing, the air still heavy for him from spending that much time around the ghosts of the past.

The shuttle ride was short, and once they were secured away. The Glasgow entered cruising speed to link up with the two frigates at the edge of the system already raring to go through the relay. He was barely out of the elevators when his bridge crew were calculating the link up with the relay. "Welcome to the bridge captain. We're going through in t-minus 5." His navigator smiled up at him, a new man to the ship. Travis would have to make a point to ask him his name later. "3...2...1..." There was a lurch as the ship entered the relay, and space around them changed. They were going faster than the speed of light, the system jump should of been a few short minutes. But things changed. The Glasgow did not exit through the other side as planned, the two frigates did. But The Glasgow just vanished.

"Alliance Command, this is Stalingrad come in." The captain of one of the escort frigates shouted into his FTL link. "Alliance command reads you Stalingrad go ahead." Came the voice of one of the admirals on the other end.
"Sir we lost The Glasgow, she's gone, she's just disappeared off our sensors."
"God help us..."
They had scouted all over for the Glasgow, even in what little sectors of dark space they knew in the area. Nobody ever found her, perhaps no one ever would.

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The Glasgow exited into empty space only a brief few minutes later, but the area around them didn't look like their star charts. It was clear that they had either over jumped, or something had gone very wrong. Before he could offer judgment down on his navigator the man spoke. "Sir, I programmed the jump correctly. But this area isn't on any star charts, and there's nothing familiar to identify it as anything within The Milky Way." The navigator said. Travis thought for a moment before speaking. "So you're saying we're not in any known space at all?"
"Correct sir."
"Sensors, try pinging for any breathable planets out there." The other navigation officer on sensors, nodded before getting to his job. They had been drifting for a few minutes before he spoke again. "Sir, we found two. A planet, and it's habitable moon. Both already have life on them that match thermals for organic life, as well as space craft."
"Good set a course." With that the ship was moving again, heading towards it's new destination.
When they finally entered the system with the planet Travis got a good view of the sensory readings. The main planet was a marshy, bog planet. Polluted, greasy rain plagued the main planet. The moon seemed to be fairing much better in this scenario, though even still. The surface was covered in an urban sprawl, and both planets showed signs of space faring life judging by the amount of ships that passed them by. As if they didn't exist, until they got into sensor range. They were hailed, and a disgusting slug like creature appeared on their screens, and spoke in a language they did not understand. "I don't understand you." Travis said, trying to see if he could identify the species, but there had been nothing in current logs that had named whatever this species was, at least as far as he knew. The slug like creature held up a fat finger, a universal sign of wait before what appeared to be some sort of droid showed up on the screen, and began to speak English. "The most esteemed Thesuss Of Nar Shaddaa bids you welcome outsiders, but identify yourselves lest you get blasted until not even atoms remain." The droid spoke. It's voice was flat, and devoid of emotion. "I'm Captain Travis Elliot, of the SSV Glasgow. Human systems alliance ship. Do you mind telling us where we are, and what you are?" He asked. There was some talking, as the alien spoke to the droid clearly to translate the message again.
"Thesuss has not heard of this Human Systems Alliance, but he wishes to tell you, you are in Hutt space, and you interest him greatly. You may dock, but only as long as you come to him right away." with that the droid ended the communication, and transmitted data to The Glasgow. Oddly enough the alien systems, and theirs matched fairly well enough for them to get their coordinates.

After The Glasgow had secured dried dock, they dispatched a shuttle toward the planet. Travis had left Adrian in charge, and taken Sarah, and four other N7 operatives with him. All of them armored up, and armed with the their avenger assault rifles. The shuttle ride was quick, and efficient. They landed, and were greeted by the droid, as well as some more odd looking aliens. These ones weren't the slugs, but looked a lot like a human, and an Asari had a odd hybrid baby that grew head tails. They were also armed with weapons that Travis could not identify. "My master requests that you follow me, to him." The droid said, and with that beckoned the group further into the palace.

As the new ship dropped out of what their sensors indicated was some form of hyperspace window. Their hail was more interesting than the others though, they appeared to have some knowledge of the workings of this Galaxy or at the very least this sector of space. This meant that while the group of these ships that had no idea where they were going were planning to leave, this ship at the very least would have some kind of frame of reference on where to go, and what was what in this universe.

That was the theory anyway. Caldwell nodded to his comms officer before keying the button to transmit. "This is Colonel Caldwell of the Earth Ship Daedalus. We believe that ourselves and the other ships gathered here were pulled from alternate realities, and have no frame of reference to where we are. We would be willing to offer assistance in exchange for navigational data to safe harbour in order for us to try and find out what happened to us."

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Sonia screamed, the crew had been brought to a side room to confer.

"What? I showed them good faith." Eggman replied.

"YOU PROMISED THEM THAT WE WOULD JOIN A WAR AGAINST THE OVERLANDERS!!!"

"I made a promise that i don't intend to keep. I do it all the time. Look, i promise that i will never do anything like this ever again." He said in a mocking tone.

"Cute..." Oglivie replied.

"Look, i can see how their war is going, in 6 months, there is NO chance that they are still going to be fighting." He grinned. "I gave them hope-"

"False hope..." Sonia seethed.

"Hope nonetheless." Eggman sighed. "All we need is a map of this part of space and we can really start tracking Manic down. These blind jumps are getting us no-where fast..." He then looked down at his feet, before an alarm began to blare. "What now?"

"BOSS!!! BOSS ITS BAD!!!" Eggman's communicator began screaming. "ITS A WHOLE FLEET OF THOSE OVERLANDER SHIPS!!!"

"That would be a good reason for the screaming alarms." Eggman sighed.

"If this is their capital..." Oglivie said. "Uh oh! We should probably... Leave..." He grabbed his helmet from the table. A Battle Droid entered the room.

"WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!" It stated in an upbeat tone. "I HAVE ORDERS TO TAKE YOU TO THE COMMAND CENTER!" The crew followed the droid as they saw more droids scrambling to get to their positions. They saw everything getting locked down, before finally, entering an elevator and going up to the command center. They witnessed the Separatists activating the planetary defenses.

"How big is the fleet?" Eggman asked, feigning ignorance.

"The fleet is of [fzzzzzt] significant size. Our estimated chances of holding are... Unfavourable..." He responded. Sonia stepped forward.

"I'm..." She wiped her face with her hands. "I'm so sorry... We can't-"

"Nor would i [fzzzzt] expect you to." He turned around and stared out at the city as the copious numbers of AA guns seemed to come to life, along side massive Anti-Orbital cannon arrays. "If we are to fall [fzzzzt] We will not allow the Galaxy to witness [fzt] us roll over and accept defeat."

"We can offer you Asylum." Sonia said. He didn't respond. "I understand."

"I cannot accept your offer" He responded finally. "But i know who will." He pressed a button on the console. "Koffal, please [fzzzt] report to the command center." He said. A minute later, the door opened and a Geonosian in decorative armour appeared. "I will not lie to you, my friend. This is the end." He said. The Geonosian responded in a language that they didn't understand. "Indeed. They are offering Asylum as a neutral party." He stated.

"We can indeed offer you asylum. Are you the leader of your government?" She asked.

"Not [fzzzzzzt] exactly." The Geonosian said something else, before producing a Golden Orb.

"Oh..." Oglivie responded. "What is it?" He asked.

"That is a Royal egg. And the last chance that the Geonosians have to restore their race." Sonia's eyes widened as she stared at it. Oglivie approached her from behind and put a hand on her shoulder.

"You think you're old enough to be a mommy?" he asked. Without looking, her fist clenched and the back slammed into the front of Oglivie's helmet and he stumbled back. "Ow..."

"We would be honoured..." She responded. Eggman got his communicator out.

"Thunderbolt. We're going to need a hasty retreat." He ordered. "Come on, we'll need to be outside." He called. Sonia bowed to Bromb.

"Fight well..." She said. As they entered the elevator with Koffal, it began to descend. "This is wrong... This feels so damn wrong..." Sonia grunted. "We are leaving these people to die."

"And that is their choice to make. You said it yourself. We are here to find Manic. Getting caught up in a war is pointless." Oglivie said, then looked at the egg. "At least we can do some good." He then looked at Koffal. "Do you speak our language at all?" He asked. It flexed its throat a little, before opening its mouth.

"Small... Number... Words..." It said, obviously looking pained to say it. Eggman leaned in.

"Yes, your throat wasn't designed to talk the way we do. I'm sure i can throw together some kind of translation device." He sighed. The crew finally made it outside, before a Green beam hit the surface outside and they walked into it, reappearing in the Teleporter room. "Robot get our guest some quarters and... Have a nurse-bot meet him there." He ordered. The Egg-pawn saluted before marching away. "Right, just because we claim neutrality doesn't mean that we'll be afforded it. I'll start spooling up the Special Zone drive, Oglivie, you prepare the Metal Sonics in case we need to fight and Princess... Maybe get the Dragoon ready." He then hopped into the awaiting Eggmobile and ascended upwards. Sonia hopped into another Eggmobile and descended to the flight deck, before slotting the Eggmobile into the Egg Dragoon's cockpit.

"Patch me into the comms. Begin wide-band broadcast, i want all sides to hear this." She ordered. As the light on the console turned green, she sighed. "My name is Sonia Acorn, Princess of Mobius, Second Child of King Sonic and Queen Sally, Guardian of the Realm and Protector of the Chaos Emeralds." She began. "We are on a mission of purely diplomatic intent and are proclaiming our neutrality in this conflict." She said. "We are preparing to leave the combat area, but will answer distress calls and will happily take on life-boats from either side to return to their side without harm." She said. "Please head this call. Repeat, we are remaining Neutral in this conflict." She stated. On the bridge, Eggman shook his head, he had the feeling it wasn't going to be easy, but he pointed to Thunderbolt, who set the engines and the Egg Carrier began moving away from the combat zone.

UNCNS Andromeda

With Captain Yamanani aboard the other ship, the new arrival would have to be dealt with by the crew that he had left behind. Repairs were still ongoing, and at this point nobody wanted to try a bluff again. It hadn't worked the first time, and it probably wouldn't work now. Besides, there were good odds that if a firefight erupted then the other ships here would join in as well.

Kenshirou was quick to hop on the open channel, echoing what had just come from the Daedalus. "This is the UNCNS Andromeda. As stated we doubt we can answer many of the questions you have, but would appreciate a place to put down so we can repair battle damage."

Unknown Space

Having received both confirmation that these ships weren't from any part of his known galaxy and confirmation that they had no where to make berth and repairs, Jason turned to the navigators. "Where's the planet with the least Imperial resistance?" There were several minutes of quiet talk between them and the tacticians before the holographic readout of Kashyyk appeared in front of Hammer at the tactical readout station. The Clone Commander whistled.

"They must not be in the hurry they were to get the muscle in check that our Empire was said to have been. It's a few light cruisers, one...Oh crap. Supreme Commander, we have a problem." Jason approached and looked at the readout and recognized it instantly.

"Those will be clone troopers, because that's a Venator holding in orbit." Sighing, he shakes his head. "But still the best chance we have. Relay the coordinates to them. All of them." As that's done, he takes up position where he can speak to the ships again. "That is the planet Kashyyk, home to the honorable and strong non-human race known as Wookies. There will be a light orbital skirmish, and some ground fighting will be needed, but that is our best bet for repairs and figuring out what's going on. Any objections?"