Hola.
You'll question yourself as to why you get a transmission sourced out of maltese territory directly to your doorstep, but the answer lies not far would you ask the right one.
You've definitly heard about the ongoing conflict within the Nacion, there's no need for denial as we've sent communications calling for all maltese people over open broadcasts sirius-wide, which we're sure you've intercepted.
You've taken the offer and there's more of Orders ships seen in maltese space as before.
Following your own agenda, alongside various other topics on your list to achieve - Ghost Administration is requesting a meeting with one of your pilots, one we all know very well, one who Order publically rejects being still alive.
Golanski.
On a neutral ground, without major Fleet and with a minimum of Special-Forces.
We've to talk. Reason? Because I want to talk to the one person who'll soon enough be my most vicious enemy.
Call it military courtesy to've spoken with the opponent you respect.

Surprising move, that undelayed response accepting my offer. Catched me for a moment. Anyways... neutral ground is Freeport Ten sure not, for the immediate proximity where you could have Fleet by without much of an issue.
I'd rather have it a facility placed within surrounding hostile environment to both of us, where people want to see you just as unliving as me.
So that makes libertonian territory. Freeport Fourteen or any of the Junker installations. I'd personally prefer Fourteen, nothing will be there 'cept our squadrons.
You'd want a peaceful atmosphere over a place where we'd have to make out our way together should we be cornered... then the Shasta Skyhook.
Number of soldiers is limited to seven on each side. I take we agree that failure to comply with this condition by either side may result in instant combat engagement.
I'll await your answer. And you'll have to have a gift with you, as it's an act of decency.

Catched and valid. It's Ames then, at Nine/pm Maltese time. In four days. Number of soldiers is still restricted to seven to each of us.

Ames surrounding environment is not showing any sign of a ship, station radars would not catch any signature, yet the transmission was instantly repeated as no reply was given within a matter of what must have just been seconds.


Ames overwatch technicians, unable to trace source of the incoming transmission, swiftly replied asking for identification, current position, status and intention. Regular line of action with incoming ships. Without further notice, directly infront of the stasis-field separating Ames control from outside space, the intruding ship shifts out of cloak.


With permission granted and the gunship anchored, Ghost soldiers enter Ames and without delay, just as they passed the compression chamber, collide with the stations guards as they are requested to hand over their weaponry. Movement stops and Ghosts already prepare for an infiltraing push to take over entrance hall, as a sharp whistle could be heard coming from the background. Kelly. With a scant nod she orders the soldiers to comply, giving in their weapons.
With no hesitation Razgriz' soldiers conduct the order given, then taking positions securing the hall and access to the pathways leading deeper into the station.
Two proceed, following a Zoner guiding them to the conference room assigned for this meeting, a room in shouting reach to the entrance hall. Their guide explicates that they have reached their destination. A metallic door, more like an airlock as an actual stations internal door, indicating a room sealed off from the outside. Both are about to step in, yet right after the first passed the door, the second was ordered by a short signal to stay outside. The doors close with Kelly positioning herself right at the opposite side of the corridor.
Estefania takes off her helmet. It is an unusual sight to have a Ghost Administrator appear in full combat armour same as the flying squads got. Though, it is not unusual to her. Every Ghost is a soldier. And every Ghost is to wear the complete armament since the transition that had put her into the position she holds.
Estefania deposits the helmet on the table infront, then taking the seat facing Golanski on the opposite.
An emotionless, a mechanical cold voice as she starts to talk...


Her view turns towards the door, knowing Kelly is there ready to ambush the situation at any given time and annihilating everything in her way should complications arise. Estefania concentrates her attention on Golanski again, a piercing look coincides with his, persuasively demaning him to take up the argument.

Estefania, listening to Michals words, scans the room for any unusual aspect. This surrounding still is not to her likings, she is given an unknown environment, a location not secured by a battalion Ghost soldiers. Anything could happen, and everything she expects to happen given she is meeting Golanski, Order Admiral known for his ruthless attemps to eliminate any possible encounter he personally lists as a threat.
Her hand hovers over her helmet, her look focused the visor as it mirrors her appearance.


Her voice calm, unlikely for the temper she is known for.


Estefanias look floats adrift past the sight of Michal without really getting into contact with him. She knocks on her helmet and gets up to move, while her fingertips shuffle its surface, towards the end of the table.


She suddenly turns around, both hands on the desks edge, now directly aimed at Golanski, with a voice fully matching her inner temper she had to hold for so long over the past occuring events.


Her fingertips again shuffling over the boards surface, Estefania walks around to the side Golanski is sitting, her look not leaving his eyes following her movement, until she holds next to Michal, reclining and both her hands based behind her back on the desk.
Her voice contains a personal feeling, a subliminal characteristics as when friends would speak.