Prince Zandel was going over reports from General Perza when a young officer entered his throne room. "My Lord," the officer addressed him, "We have received word of something you may be interested in."
"What is it?" The prince spat out, annoyed at the interruption.
"A DSSC freighter reported on a battle along one of our hyperspace trade routes."
"And?"
"Apparently a damaged ship sent out a distress call that attracted a great deal of attention, the ships that responded started a skirmish, and more fleets arrived to re-enforce their compatriots before the freighter left the area."
"This may be a golden opportunity for us."
"My Lord?"
"Do we have any official holdings in the area?"
"Uh, I do not believe so."
"No DSSC refueling stations or trading posts?"
"Not that I know of."
"It doesn't matter, the trade route is important isn't it?"
"Not particularly, but it is our only charted path to that sector."
"Hm, good enough." The prince thought for a moment, "How quickly can we send our forces to the area?"
"My Lord?"
"Answer the question."
"Well, uh, the Third Fleet is ready for immediate departure, and the rest of the navy can be ready within twelve hours, but the fleet army will need more than a day to be ready."
"Notify my personal yacht to prepare to join the Third Fleet. I will take command of it's flagship. I also want a full report on those engaged in battle as soon as possible.
"Yes my Lord. We know that the battle is taking place on the frontier of Feniexia space, although we have no real contact with that empire or much information. The aggressors seem to be all from one nation, if I am not mistaken."
"Excellent."
"My Lord, will you be joining the battle?"
"Perhaps. This is an opportunity to make new alliances, and hopefully expand at the cost of these aggressors."
Shortly after the encounter in the throne room, a fleet of three Providence-class carrier/destroyers, five Munificent-class star frigates, and Braha'tok-class gunships emerged from hyperspace near the battle. They were not, however, close enough for visual contact. Immediately after arriving, the prince was issuing orders.
"I want you to send out a message to all engaged ships, and translate it into every language we know spoken in this sector." He waited a moment, "This is Prince Zandel of Dal Sharra. The aggressive actions of an unknown alien fleet has endangered our only shipping route in the sector, and is endangering the lives of Dal Sharra Shipping Company employees. We are willing to render aid to those opposing this menace." After dictating the message, he turned to the ship's captain, "Order all ships to raise shields, and have them on standby to power weapons. If all goes well they'll understand us and accept our help. If we are fired upon by any one other than aggressors, we are to retreat back to Dal Sharra space."