[H2][centre][color=9e0b0f]Battlestar Warpite[/color][/centre][/h2]
[H3][centre][color=9e0b0f]Galatic Old Lady [/color][/centre][/h3]
[H3][centre][color=9e0b0f]Coruscant System[/color][/centre][/h3]


Commander De Rio watched the hangar lifts drop down from the upper flight deck, an larger blocky transport that seemed to be painted in a pretty boring and standard grey paint scheme. Nothing outlandish, nothing too alien. It had engines you could recognise and doors. 

“Welcome to the Warspite Gank S'jet, I am Commander Del Rio,  Lara Six Lon is our chief diplomat next to me, Major Ivan Kraken, Colonial Marine commander.

Your assistance earlier is most gracious, we have cleared them to land and operate from our starboard side hangar bays.” she gestured politely to the man whose head was bald, his clothes and face did not strike as anything particularly distinctive. Seriously.. the man could have blended into a bright sunny day it seemed. 

The marine offered a rather meaty hand in a handshake, tall, heavy with muscle and well armoured. He was not the most subtle man but the commander could rely on him and was extremely capable in combat operations. “Sir, welcome aboard.” He said laconically. 

“Welcome, I will be your main contact aboard, If you have anything we can do to make things comfortable, let me know and we will try to accommodate you.” The striking tall woman in a red dress nearly 6 feet in heels said smoothly. Unlike the rest of the crew she seemed to be entirely comfortable despite the almost constant wardrobe of dresses and stilettos. She was more eye level with the bulky Marine than the Commander. Many were unsure if her feet were human, or how many dresses she owned…

“If you wish, the Marines can escort you to the conference room or you may meet other guest's here, as you are our flag commander.” The tall woman said with a smooth voice of a diplomat and an easy confidence. 

The Dredas warned of the second incoming aircraft, the Viper cap was genuinely confused as some beast, or aircraft was being flagged up. No one was quite sure of the ID. Reports from.the hanger crews were more alarmed as it seemed to bite and scratch the landing claws and platforms. Several alarms sounded across the systems as to the landing area seeming out of control. The Vipers drew closer but did not engage or make an attack without orders observing it out of curiosity. The lead pilot kept The rookie on the flight calm and in control of the situation. 

As the hanger descended there was nerves and caution as the new aircraft was lowered into the hangers. This one had claws… wings and did not match the normal descriptions of what they believed to be possible. “Maam” came the voice from Marines who looked at it with a thought that they needed way more fire power to take that down if it was not friendly. “Hold, Hold” The Commander said firmly but looked at the Marine to show she recognised the concern was also genuine. 

The woman in red and silver had a rather grand title, what it meant was entirely unsure but Comander Del Rio took the gift with a polite nod worthy of a senior officer, unsure but Lara nodded to confirm it was right. “Welcome to the Warspite, agh your. Friend. Will be safe here, be assured.” She was unsure, was the Ship…alive? “Lara Six Lon, you may have spoken to our diplomat, and my Marine Command, Major Ivan Kraken. Your gift is most kind.”

Hand shakes were offered and the Commander placed the small object respectfully in a pocket of her dark blue uniform. She did not know what but it paid to be polite. “Its a Strange universe and Warspite is a tough ship, I'm sure we can put this aside. Please feel free to request my services if needed.” The diplomat said smoothly and broke In to cover the gap. “Commander, can I say we consider allies payment enough. We can talk this out ” The diplomat did her best to soothe out the awkward situation and maybe a favour would be exchanged. Lara Moved to engage the lady, explain a little more about their surroundings. 

“Allies indeed, it's far from first Scratch on the Galactic Old Lady, and far from the last.” The commander had returned to her groove now after the alien aircraft had her fumbled for a minute. Giving a thankful nod to Lara’s save of the situation.  

“Have you met Gank S'jet our esteemed flagship Commander yet?” She asked lightly and made an avenue of introduction. “Least someone knows how to stand out” She said almost a whisper and a smile as she wore the red and silver outfit amongst the black, navy blue and faded and worn paint of the Warspites hangers. 


…


Meanwhile at CIC, a ship the saw as a large tube broke into the system, another allied vessel of a yet unknown configuration only seen  on tracks. According to the data Daniel told them, they could communicate though and that was a miracle in itself. Every ship however alien could communicate. It was only just picked up and yet to be fully recorded into the systems.  [Code]“This is Battlestar Warspite CIC. Allied vessel, we welcome you. We were chosen for command personnel to meet, Commander De Reya extends her compliments and hospitality. If you wish to attend. Port Hanger. Please stay on track with your provided landing vector. ”[/code] The woman's voice ended on the crackled line and hoped they would not be offended. They were trying to hail and help the flagship organise the fleet.  It was more work than LT Geata had for a while but felt good. 

Watching the Dredas, The screen was busy, the Galactic Republic seemed to not have joined yet if they chose to. The Lt wanted to almost be a fly on the wall with command staff but her curiosity was not her duty. 3 more hours drinking from a mug of coffee that one of her friends on weapons plot had made. 

“Copy. Col. Report from secondary command. They have the glitch on lines Alpha 2 fixed. Hardline is restored.” life switched back to the normal duty reports, messages and ships business.  



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