Prepare for war!

[The Blade]

Near the planet of Tefillin there was a slight rippling effect before the metal nose of a ship pushed its way through, the rest of the smaller Vionix ship coming through afterwards. Upon the side of the warship there was three things proudly displayed. The first was the symbol of the Vionix themselves, a chevron within a shield, mounted upon a circle. The second was a diplomatic sign, a cross over a sword, mounted just under the first emblem. The third was the name of the ship, emblazoned in silver lettering, the words Desert Sun written in high Vionix script told any Vionix who this ship was. The ship itself was made of dark grey metal and was of the Hammer Class frigate design.

When the ship got within range of the planet it started to send telemetry data, telling that its weapons were shut down, as were its shielding and that they were here for a diplomatic reason. The ship asked for permission to send down a shuttle and to talk with one of the higher ranking officials of the planet, not much else at all was asked for past that.

[Beware Ye Who Enter Here]

The initial activity was not seen as anything overtly hostile, given the fact that the Tefillin system was perhaps the busiest in the universe, what with being the seat to a large, economically proactive and politically friendly empire with a large, well equipped military. The space above the green-blue orb of Tefillin was filled with all manner of space stattions and vessels, passing through and going all different directions in marginally controlled chaos. As a matter of fact, even a large ship wouldn't have made much of a dent in the traffic control rosters.

However, the fact that did get the attention of the traffic controller and the military vessels patrolling the system was that it was not a known vessel type. Each and every known military and merchant vessel produced by a known faction was recorded in an immense cybernetic database in order to trace anomolies.

The military vessels in the system practically scrambled to get to an intercept course until they were waved off by the traffic controller recieving the peaceful signal. Reluctantly, like a bunch of children deprived of their fun, the ships simply took a backseat escort approach.

After a few minutes of delving through politcal backtalk and cover screens, the message was finally turned over to Admiral Addler vas Vacon, who, he reflected painfully, spent more time talking to politicians then the politicians did.

After another few moments, coordinates were sent back to the Vionix ship.

[K2]

"Alright ladies," Amy Jacob, Assistant Director of the Zarethian Hand told her subordinates just outside the access doors to the docking bay, well spaced out to provide secondary security (the ZPAA and HIRU agents were well equipped to provide security; the Hand agents were here in case backup was needed) and, more importantly, to gain intelligence. It wasn't every day a random ship appeared out of the blue with no known RSO. "Be on your toes."

She approached the personnel at the door, flashing her clearance badge.

[Admiral Regis Hermitage]

"Well this is just swimming..." Hermitage called out as he entered Addler's room. "We have an unidentified vessel in our space, our Fleet commander is out of commission, and now i've just missed tea, or rather coffee time." he approached him and stuck out his hand as usual. "Same as always, right Addler?" he gave a grin. He seemed a little more chipper since last month's fiasco.

"Have you seen Ms' Jacobs?"

[The Blade]

The Crew of Desert Sun almost went into a full blown panic at the sheer amount of ships in system, they just hoped that there was no war ships waiting to bring them down considering they were pretty defenseless at the moment. The captain of the frigate, a Vionix male by the name of Tirikath Arven was calm the entire way through however, he knew that most new races, unless they were strictly hostile to all, wouldn't just shoot down a vessel they had never met before, the repercussions could be a bit too big for that to happen for who knew what the rest of the ships were like?

When the Vionix vessel finally received the coordinates for the landing area, Tirikath stood up and nodded to the other important person on the bridge, a male diplomat by the name of Rorikan Mirrimus. Both of the males were about the same height, standing in at about 7'3" and were heavily muscled, Arven more so than the diplomat for obvious reasons. The pair walked to a shuttle and got into it, the ship rather comfortable inside. The captain had delegated command of the ship to a lower ranked member of the crew for the moment, figuring he would be needed should the shit hit the fan.

After a small while of flying the shuttle, still a dark, iron grey like the frigate it came from, approached the Docking Bay and slid in without a sound, touching down and letting off a small hiss of pressure equalization. About thirty seconds later and the door opened, the two males walking down and into the bay, scanning around. The Captain was wearing a suit of black PRPA, almost looking like a carapace on him but he didn't have his helmet on, showing off his bright orange eyes as he looked around. The Diplomat was wearing a black suit with a dark blue tie and white shirt, his own eyes of a dark pink variety and he looked almost nervous. Neither of them carried a weapon apart from a knife upon Tirikath's belt.

The two of the Vionix looked at one another before looking at the assembled soldiers in the docking bay and nodding, the captain speaking first in a loud but not harsh voice. "Greetings Zarethians, we are not here to do harm or any shit like that. I'm Captain Tirikath of the Vionix Frigate Desert Sun and this is the Diplomat for the Vionix, Rorikan Mirrimus." The slightly less muscled male nodded to the soldiers and wrung his hands together, hoping that this would all go smoothly "If you would be so kind as to let us speak to a high ranking official or diplomat of your race, we have some urgent business to attend to, that is all." Tirikath put his hands behind his back and just waited for a response or official to show up.

[Beware Ye Who Enter Here]

"Ms. Jakobs." The guards said after a brief securuty ckearance check, stepping aside and punching a few buttons on the doorway. With a pnuematic hiss, the door opened up, allowing her to enter.

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Addler stood facing the window of his office as Hermitage came in. The blue sunlight of Tefillin shone through the window, giving the room a bluish cast. He turned to Hermitage, concealing his frown of unease at the recent events. "No, I haven't." He said, absentmindedly shaking Hermitage's hand. "But I did see our friend's have landed." He mentioned, "And the Council wants me to talk to them." He shook his head tiredly. "Damn politicians can't even do their own jobs half the time." He strode past Hermitage and out the door, into the hallway and continued towards the shuttle-zone, obviously expecting him to follow.

[K2]

Amy entered the docking bay just in time to hear the captain introduce himself and his crew. Bowing, as per Zarethian custom, to the crew, Amy nodded to her men as they took their places, a few staying propped against the walls of the docking bay, others heading to a diplomatic room should it be used, clearing it. The men were dressed in your typical intelligence getup -- a suit and glasses.

"Captain Tirikath," Amy greeted friendly, the cute young woman greeting the captain and his crew, "I'm Amy Jacob, Assistant Director of our intelligence agency here. Our diplomats will soon be with you. Until then, allow me to show your men to a more comfortable room?"

[Admiral Regis Hermitage]

He followed as expected. "I assume you've gotten today's Intelligence Report?" he asked.

[The Blade]

Tirikath let his gaze wander over the soldiers present before he bowed to the female that had spoken to him before standing up straight once more and looking directly at the Zarethian female. "It is a pleasure to meet you Amy and a more comfortable room would be nice but both me and my diplomatic friend here are rather happy to just stand by our shuttle and wait for the envoys" The Captain made sure that it didn't sound like a slight about the Zarethians or anything like that, he jut made it out to be that he much preferred standing by his shuttle.

While Tirikath was talking to the Zarethians, Rorikan was looking around as well, although he was silent he was far from idle and he was just picking up details on what the Zarethians looked like, their possible armour and weapons and even what he estimated their reaction rates and speed would be in comparison to the Vionix here.

[Beware Ye Who Enter Here]

"What about? The random ship entering our space then offering us diplomatic actions? So this is what that feels like." He chuckled grimly as he made his way towards the elevator unit, which opened with the traditional pnuematic hiss once he was five feet away/.