Ze'ev Barak walked down the corridor of Islay Base, he came to Sean's door, ringing the buzzer. This meeting should be intresting, he felt the two groups would be close, hoping to find some allies out in the cold expanses of space. He waited for permision to enter.
Comm ID:=BSG=BlindBat
From: CDR BlindBat, F.C. BSG-66
To: Ambassador Ze'ev Barak, Diplomatic envoy of the Artisan Farmers Alliance
Sir,
BSG-66 is honored by your attention and your wish to include us in your diplomatic tour. I'm sure, you're aware, of our recent turmoil, and rough period we've been going through. I'm also sure, you're aware of our goal to keep Tau's and IMG safe, no matter the odds we have to face. This has drown much hostile attention to us already, as we have powerful foes. Some friendly, or even possibly allied one, is a welcomed change.
Unfortunately, our admiral's status is still unknown, so I will have to be the one conducting this meeting. If it's not inconvenient for you to discuss such matters with an officer holding only the rank of commander, BSG-66 will be ready to welcome you aboard Java station. I will personally arrange, with UKMG, and BSG personnel aboard Java, for everything you might require during your visit.
Now, as I've mentioned, we have some powerful foes. Your friendly visit to BSG, might make you a valid target. Your safety Sir, is my primary concern. I would suggest, in interest of security, for you to choose a "flexible time window", and contact me about it, directly over real-time secure channel. Some flexibility is needed, as BSG fighters are constantly on assignments, and I'd like to have at least 3 of them available, to secure area, and escort your vessel from pre-arranged entry point, to Java station.
Regards,
Cdr. BlindBat
Field Commander of
Battle-Star-Group-66,
Warhammer's fist
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Sean opened the door slowly. "Oh, greetings, Mr. Barak. Please step in. I'm sorry you had to wait very long. However, how was your journey? A glass of Irish Whiskey?"
Barak stepped in, "Whiskey would be wonderful. The trip has been fairly exciting, So much going on in siruis now days." Barak sat down, "Sean, I think we should get to buisness." Barak sipped on his whiskey. " This is a harsh, unforgiving sector, and we all need friends. Sean, I think we should be friends. I would like to offer you a my hand, our two groups have much in common and I think would ought to make it official. A pact, our two people showed fight side by side against the Britonians, the Mollies and Planeform, and Synthfoods. The two of us together contol a very important peice of real estate in Siruis, the boarders of Britonia and Kusari are the area both of us call home, it is natrual that we would give support to each other. I would like to offer safe haven to NLH ships on our Bases, and we should make our weapons and territory avalible to the other. I would like to offer Kusari food to be delived to Gaian bases. I belive our two people will grow stronger through our friendship." Barak took another sip of his Whiskey. waiting for Mr. Dawson to respond.
As he waited for Mr. Dawson's response, Barak stood and walked to the window, looking into the astroid field that was home to Islay Base. He couldnt help noticing that no matter where he went in the universe, clouds and astriods all looked similar, he could remember back to intellegence school, he had been taught to identify his location by celestial objects, he had never been good at that skill, he saw the universe as much more similar than diffrent. He turned back to Dawson, waiting for a response.
Sean was impressed. Such thought at the first meeting of Mr. Barak made him speechless. After Ze'ev turned to him, Sean said: "Well, Mr. Barak," Sean walked towards the window Ze'ev stood at, looking out of it, "These are big visions you have, my friend. Even a dull man can find out that our factions fight for the same goals." Sean turned to Ze'ev. "You don't need to send anything. Of course our factions will build up a strong alliance. For the well-being of Sirius and our factions!"
Barak looked at Dawson, sizing the man up, "Well in my culture when one comes to greet a new freind, he brings a gift, and this is my gift to you," Barak turned around and picked up a large box, with small orange sphere in it, "These are Oranges from my family's private grooves, they are my gift to you." Barak handed the box to Dawson, "Thank you Mr. Dawson, we shall, I belive be good freinds. I think I might hang around Islay for a few dyas, your people have been so freindly and welcoming, and It's been nice to get out in my Eagle again, all this diplomacy is nessesary, but I have missed the sight of a Britonian fighter breaking up under my fire. Also I might have to find Lady Silvi and buy her a drink. Anyway, this has been a very sucsessful meeting and I thank you Sean. " With that Barak drank the last of his whiskey and stood to leave.
"You are indeed one of the people who deserve to be welcomed by all. Thank you for these oranges, Mr. barak. They should symbolize our friendship between AFA and NLH." Sean stood up to follow Ze'ev to the exit. "One day we'll surely fight side on side against the Bretonian and Kusarian forces, Mr. Barak. May your way be lucky and victorious."
Ze'ev walked down the corridor of Islay Base, taking stock of the meeting he just had with Sean Dawson. It had gone perfectily, better than could ever have been expectd. He thought about how just weeks ago he had almost written off this mission as a faliure, but now, he would be returning home with a trunk full of diplomatic agreements, NLH, TBH, and now he would be on to the BSG remnents. It worried alittle about the BSG being so close to UKMG, while Barak had never had any direct dealing with UKMG, what he had head was not to reassuring, but this was a big galaxy and freinds were hard to find, so he went.
"Ready to undock Mr. Barak." the helm officer reported. Barak disliked military ranks, a common feeling amongs those in the intellegence buisneess. He liked his men to refer to him as Mr., he felt it helped to maintain his annonimity. "Mr.Barak Ambassador of the Artisan Farmers Alliance" well he thought to himself, his new posting would probably put an end to his annonimity. He was ready to go home though, a month and a half on this ship and he was ready for some down time. "Undock helm, and once we are clear of Islay, set a course for home, oh and send a thank you message to Sean Dawson on Islay to thank him for his hospitality." with that Barak got ready for the trip home.