A Zarethian Fleet transport ship arrived outside the GOL Space Station, surrounded by several fighters in a diplomatic formation. Aboard the ship, Fletcher and Mann stood, ready to go. Mann was going over last minute note cards he'd wrote in the trip to the station.
A transmission was sent to the space station..
"Space Station, designated as Commercial under the Galactic Online Incorporation as "Galactic Times Space Station," please come in. This is a diplomatic ship, part of the Zarethian Empire fleet. We have diplomatic officials aboard.. We'd like to dock. Please allow docking, this is a diplomatic mission. Be advised, we've been floating in dead space for a few days due to Communication and FTL trouble. Please respond. Over."
Mann looked over to Fletcher. "You ready for this?"