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The Assault Carrier, The Scarlet Pride, sat imobile in stationary orbit above Topekas inconsistant atmosphere. It's starboard hangar stood open and waiting, brightly lit from the interior lights. Her hull practicaly gleamed, hundreds of crew having spent thier week cleaning the pitted extrior, a vain attempt to make a good impression, and the only imperfection the ruined and buckled plating of her prow, swarming with repair crew and small vessels working like ants.

Inside the Hangar, Exo-suited flight crew await the coming vessels, several small personel transports standing nearby and tended, in the event any of the arrivals where too large to fill the massive space, air locks open and waiting with two sets of escorts, wearing thier dress blues and with Sol-era replica rifles, more for show on parade than any real use, ready to show thier guests to the board room, situated deep inside the core of the ship.

The room itself is walled with holographic projectors, showing the view outside, with several panels enlarging specific areas, such as the planets, moons, and junction. The middle of the room is taken up by a long obsidian table, rectangular and floodlit from above, and rests on a plate-steel floor. The table is surrounded by high backed, memory foam padded chairs, 3 to each long side and 2 to one end, able to recline or be adjusted in various ways, all facing the projector in the middle of the table. A place card rests along each group of 3, the one on the left "The Outer Project", and the one on the right, "Cerberus". A platter of various alchoholic bottles rest next to the cards, pewter goblets stylised with silver thread standing in each place.

The room, silent and empty, awaits its occupants.

All of a sudden three ships jump thirty clicks away from the Scarlet Pride, the Assault Carrier gracing the entire system with its presence. The group consisted of two Bastet Very Heavy Fighters and one Sekhmet Bomber. In the middle was the fighter of Colonel Daniels, the left wing consisted of First Lieutenant O'Keith and on the right wing flew Ensign Harris.

Without a doubt the state-of-the-art scanning equipment of the Scarlet Pride picked them up on the sensors, because the Colonel did not even have time to draw on his freshly lit cigar before being hailed. The hail was a formal one and asked the men what they were doing here and on what reason they jumped so close to the Carrier.

Daniels : This is Colonel Daniels, Leader of Cerberus. I have a meeting with the leaders of the Corona Battlegroup and The Outer Project, I believe we are expected.

He then sent the authentication codes through a secure channel and as soon as those were verified they were welcomed aboard the Carrier. They engaged the cruise engines and kept flying in formation when the Lieutenant O'Keith hailed the other two on a private channel.

O'Keith : Colonel, they have indeed turned off their weapon systems as promised. This is looking good.... Let's just hope they have the necessary equipment in the hangar bays which are needed to keep this ship in good shape.

Daniels : Indeed O'Keith, this is looking good. Trust me, they've all the stuff you require to keep the bomber in working order. Now, engage landing sequence.

The two wingmen broke off when the group was at five clicks distance. They increased speed and crossed the Colonel's fighter, which gave him cover to land and they thought it looked "cool". While the Colonel touched down he mumbled and chuckled "Showoffs....".

He stepped down, waited for his escorts to get down too and saluted the incoming personnel of the Scarlet Pride...

From the direction of the Colby moon , a dark shadow approaches rapidly...

''This is flagship the Mary-Jane to Scarlet Pride , requesting mooring clearance'' ,
bursts out of the Scarlet's short range comm speakers,
''We bring you our leader king Pete , along with some kegs of moonshine as a token of his appreciation''
''Moor your vessel at Airlock F18 , we are ready to welcome him onboard!''
the Corona comms officer responds.

After some maneuvers (scratching the Scarlet Pride's hull paint), the airlock opens and Pete enters the Scarlet Pride docking bay:

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uncle Pete : "Howdy y'all! So erh , where are we going ?''

A few moments after the Fighter wing lands, the blast door that served as the enterance and exit to the Hangar slides open, a young officer with lieutenant bars across his shoulder marching through the openening and between the lines of guard. Stopping around ten yards from the craft as Engineers move through the actions of scrutinizing and refuelling them, snapping off a salute towards Daniels. "Greetings and Welcome to the Pride, I've been assigned to make your stay, however long or short you choose to make it, comftable. Please, if you have any Querries or requests, direct them to myself. Now, without further ado, let's make our way to the conference room, if you'll follow me?" Finishing the speach with a polite smile, the lieutenant turns to walk back through the hatch, turning his head to make sure the Cerberus Personel where following, before turning into a wider corridor, the guard falling into step behind Daniels once he moves.

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At the Air-lock the Outer Project visitors had docked with, a similar scene is playing out, though the Nominal Guard is replaced by a War Droid, its weapons cycling instinctively as its program analyses Pete, before dropping back down into a semi-ready stance, determining that Pete was in fact, human. Waiting just beyond the Droid is another lieutenant waits, eyeing Pete up and down with her arms crossed behind her back. "I assume you are here to represent the Outer Project, it's a pleasure to meet you, please, the meeting will take place this way." Turning on her heal to mirror the other parties path through the corridors, she turns her head as she remembers another message. "If there's anything I can do to facilitate your brief stay please.... Don't hessitate to mention it." Turning down corridor after corridor she eventually leads them into the larger throughfare just behind the Cerberus group, the War Droid trundling along behind them.

''Thats some great service!''Pete says while smiling at the Lt.

''Now that you mention it I could do with a nice massage!
this exo skeleton is too weary on my ol'bones!
Eh.. why are you looking like that cuty-pants?
Grab a drink , loosen up a bit will ya!
Say are we there yet?''

The Lt. turns around and gives Pete an angry look.

The Lieutenant stops herself, the glare falling from her face as she turns back again, tugging a folded shock truncheon from her belt and throwing it down a side-coridor with the words; "Fetch," seconds later the War Droid barrels into Petes back, before continuing on down the corridor after the 'stick'. The Lieutenant satisfies herself with a smirk as the weapon is dropped back at her feet, leaning down to return it to her side before turning to Pete. "Oh, is something wrong? Here, let me help you up." She smirks and holds her hand out, the Droid returning to its place at the rear of the party.

''Ouch , Thats no way to treat a king ya know!''Pete yells out.

''But I like your aditude!
Playing hard to get and all that.

As they continue their walk down the corridors they arrive at the conference room.
Colonel Daniels was already seated at his chair , with his men O'keith and Harris standing behind him in the shadow.
They were monitoring even the slightest movement in the room with the watchful eyes of praetorian guards.

''Hah , finally a chance to meet some of you guys!
Didn't expect y'all to be so paranoid , cheer up ! smile!
This is a happy occasion!''Pete ranted.

He noticed the Holo projectors that his own men ''found falling off the transport'' and sold to the Corona months ago.
Pete pulled out a bottle of moonshine , took some sips and started to sing ,
while his own Praetorian guard ,Smudge, played the guitar he brought along.

Admiral Orias follows the last of the visitors into the room, walking to stand next to one of the chairs at the head of the table. Peering over at the singing, drinking Pete, she nods imperceptively towards the female Lieutenant, who steps forewards to press her retrieved shock truncheon against Petes back, activated ofcourse.
"Welcome gentlemen. I'm happy to see you chose to come. Progressing without your support will make things far more time consuming, so I hope to gain it during the course of our time here."

She nods towards the twitching Pete and the seated Daniels, before taking her seat. "We have a lot to discuss, but before I advance my plans, requests, and propositions, are there any questions preying on your minds?"

"I have one such question preying on my mind, yes!"
*Smudge adjusts the large collar on the old military jacket he had found to wear,
and clears his throat as if he had something important to say*
"Are you ready for this question?
I don't think you are.... but here it comes......
Miss. Admiral Orias of the Coronan fleet,
I ask you now, where is my seat?"

*Smudge smiles*

'Miss. Admiral Orias, of the Coronan Fleet raised an eyebrow at this profound question, then pointed at the two seats either side of Pete.

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