A large, Marathon Class Cruiser, comes out of slipspace beside the small Latagonian Frigate.
"What seems to be the problem, 'Fury'?" The captain stops, and looks at the two foreign vessels hovering above the small frigate. "Tactical alert. Bring the MACs to full readiness."
"This is Fury to Marathon, do you read?"
"Aye, this is Marathon. What is your status Fury?"
"Pretty good actually. They seem to be unhostile. For now. We called you in in case something gets ugly, but hopefully nothing will."
"I see. I'm bringing the MACs up to full readiness anyway. In case this is just a Phfor trick."
"Alright."
Captain Kilith paced the bridge. Nothing trains you for the meeting of an alien species. He noted that Latagon didn't have the best luck when it came to aliens. The Caldarians had destroyed three colonies before peace came about, and the Phfor had found Hasadon before they were defeated. They...on the other hand had defeated Latagonian fleets at every turn. Only the captured Maraudersoft ships could stand up to...them.
"Alien ship, I say again, we wish to speak with you. We are peaceful. Please dock a shuttle in our docking bays, so we may conduct diplomacy properly."
Jason walked onto the bridge. Many of the bridge crew began to yell with delight when they saw him. "The hero of Char. Here, in our very own bridge." Jason was used to it. His number was near legendary. He and his two friends had fought of more than 12,000 Zerg, and had saved the Maraudersoft marines trapped on Char. The planet, though, was destroyed days later in a last ditch effort to defeat the Zerg.
