Commander Mike Spencer watched the security feeds, worried about the presence of this Liberty Navy Carrier. They where far enough from Liberty that the navy shouldn't bother them out here, so why was he dealing with an Atlantis out here? Nevermind that, why was he dealing with marines boarding his station. No, this was wrong. An alert was sent out on a secured comms link to the Guardians of Omega team stationed on board
Omega, Spencer 'ere. We got the Lib' boys wanderin' roun'. Keep an eye ou', but don't start nothing, ye hear?
That would do, keep check on them, whilst he went to speak to the leader of these particularly navy-men. He picked out two of the Guardians in the room with him, each wore the distinctive pure black armour with the Greek letter Omega painted on the left shoulder. Their helmets fastened, Spencer stepped up to them, he put on his own helmet, holstering his pistol. All the weapons where loaded with stun rounds. non-lethal, but enough to stop people starting a fight.
As soon as the three where ready, they entered the lift taking them down to the bar level. "Lone Dome resort bar", a frequent place for the Guardians to gather. Hopefully a few would be dotted around today.
Nearing the entrance, he checked his weapons once again, mistakes where not tolerated in the Guardians, and he had been around long enough to know that. He was fine, and once inside, quickly located the Libertonians. They walked over, casually. He started the detach sequence for his helmet as he neared, it splitting around the bottom to allow him to slide it off his head. Mike sat, looking at the commander curiously. The guardians stood next to the table, not menacing, but their presence known.
I assume from the brass on your shoulders you are a naval commander. That's good. You understand a chain of command. I am Commander Mike Spencer, head of Freeport Eleven security. To be honest with you, i'd like to know why I've just found Liberty marines wandering about like it's nobody's business. An explanation would be really appreciated. I'm afraid you won't be getting served until you do so.