The Machine Rages On: ATTN MANDALORE!

[RC 212]

1st Commonwealth Systems Battle-group
Border Space

[member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

Mandalorians.

A cultured and fine folk. They respected the same ideals as much as Katarine. The power of Martial Prowess, of a well trained and oiled machine. She had no doubt that soon they'd be on the move, into the core. Based on Nubia she had secret Covet for Carida, where Legendary Texts and Naval Academies resided.

Yet the Republic did too.

And being so far away from what she coveted there was only one option for the Queen Admiral and her dashing fleet. Make freinds with the kids on the block that could punch the hardest, yet don't show them your belly.

Which is why the might of the 1st Battlegroup dropped out Hyperspace, at extreme weapons range outside of Mandalorian Sovereign territory. For now their weapons and shields were powered down.

"We've arrived your Majesty."

"Excellent, keep us far out of range, but begin broadcasting our Diplomatic Beacon. At the first sign of wanton aggression, we will power up all weapons and Shields and defend ourselves as need be."

Her Ensign almost scoffed, but Katarine Simply Smiled.

"Problem Ensign?"

"Just that... well...."

"Ever been punched by a bully."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Mhmmm and what did you do."

Her Ensign froze and sly smirk hit her own face.

"You let it happen huh? Let me tell you something that goes as equally in love and knocking boots as it does in war and ripping out guts. You get what you bargain for, and you reap what ypu sow. Bow down too easy, and you're a coward. Fight till the last breath and you're a fool. But there is a middle ground. A respectable ground where you engage just enough if they come at you."

"Really?"

"Oh yes, its the land of, *Cough* Don't feth with me motherkarker."

Some where nearby her compatriot King Admiral [member="Marx Zinder"] was probably listening in.

"Don't you agree?"

 

[Marx Zinder]

Marx Zinder

walking around the corner he had been waiting behind Marx solemly nodded his head

indeed this would be the better idea this middle ground

infact i believe there is no point in fighting the losing battle even if it were honorable it is better to fight another day i might say

 

[Yasha Cadera]

It took few seconds before an Armada of Mandalorian ships swooped through hyperspace and made themselves known with shields raised and frequencies open to the diplomatic message of these complete unknowns.

“Captain Girak Fitz to diplomatic vessels. You are entering Mandalorian space. Power down your engines and give us your intent.” The lanky Epicanthix sat in his command chair on the deck of the Infernal Class Command Ship, the collected armada stretching out before the Commonwealth forces, yet staying within Mandalorian space.

Someone wanted Mand’alor the Infernal’s attention? They’d better have something to offer. “Repeat. State your business.”

[member="Katarine Falcon"] [member="Marx Zinder"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Marx Zinder]

oh boy i didn't realize they had this big of a fleet

My Queen we have received transmissions from the mandalorian navy asking for our intentions what do we do?

 

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[member="Marx Zinder"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]

"An astute observation King Admiral. That's why you were handpicked to be among us."

Suddenly alarms blared as the Mandalorians began to show themselves. A monster vessel was out there, larger than anything they currently possessed. Though her fleet was beefy in its own right, she felt a sudden chill go down her spine. But she was the Queen Admiral.

She showed no fear outwardly, and would brook no incompetence.

"Quenn Admiral, Mandalorian Fleet has arrived. They've ordered a power down of engines and to state our business."

She crossed her hands behind her back, clasping them together and stood a little taller, sector defense force medals shining on her chest as she moved.

"Very well. All ahead none. Full stop."

"Comms!"

"Aye Ma'am!"

"Patch me through."

A holotank whirled to life, showing Katarines image, stock straight, white Beret, perfect Uniform with racks of awards.

"Captain Girak Fitz, an Honor. My name is Queen Admiral Katarine Falcon of the Commonweath Systems. Please excuse the Battlegroup as it is merely for my protection. We wish to see about Diplomatic relations between the Commonwealth Systems and Mandalorian Empire. If a show of good faith is required, one will be rendered."

 

[Bug'ares'vemmosk]

Holding Point ​

3rd Commonwealth Systems Battlegroup​

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His blood red eyes seemed to carve out paths in space as he assessed the small fleet that sat amassed at the designated holding point. They had traveled here together with the Queen Admirals 1st yet he had stayed behind to wait as the diplomatic parties went forward. The triumvirate of Admirals that lead their small yet up and coming commonwealth had agreed to not deploy all three leaders within range of another fleets guns lest for the entire leadership to be destroyed in one blow. Furthermore, with the Queen Admiral's fleet holding a few fewer vessels than his own, it would no doubt be far less imposing in the contribution of diplomacy and not imposing as a possible invasion fleet. While this was the case and he now sat here two planetary jumps from the rest of his allies ready to receive any messages of distress he was.

"Comms officer ensure to flag the ship to red alert on the incoming of the Queen's distress signal and send a direct alert to my quarters. As for now Captain you have the bridge."

Bug'ares'venmosk and his ship the CSS Resolute, as well as the majority of its crew, were not of the same descent as the rest of the Commonwealth force that crewed or commanded the rest of his fleet. They were instead of the Chiss race and until the recent shift in events had been sworn military members of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force. For the same reason, his most trusted commanders and crew were those of his home. Yet he did not miss his home. In the past, he had remembered the great feats achieved by his race and their people yet what they were now was but a glimpse of what they once were or could one day be. As for Ares he had done his part for them, he had played their political game and done his time proving himself both in dedication and in achieving results yet he was rewarded with a posting to the middle of nowhere. It was no surprise that his crew had started to garner the same thoughts as he when the opportunity arose for something else. An opportunity to go from the middling task force captain to a man of the galaxy and so naturally he took it, offering any of his crew that wished for the same to stay with him and that the rest would be free to leave. All of this now left him here drinking a glass of wine in his personal quarters while the human allies he had picked up made their diplomacy with a race he had studied yet never had the honor to meet in person.

"Computer, bring up the cultural files on the current Mandalorian leaders, government, and figureheads."

A few moments went by before a blue hologram projected itself into the room behind the chiss displaying a vast scrawl of Cheunh letters and numbers. Ares finished his wine before turning the chair and standing up to analyze the information a few time using his hand to scroll the hologram in order to produce another array of information.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

The wiry Epicanthix in the Captain’s chair leaned on his elbow as the holoprojected image of [member="Katarine Falcon"] flashed to electric life.

“Sir?”

He held open his hand, stopping the act of likewise turning on holoprojectors of his own. Hands unused to such things took up the buy’ce sitting on his chair’s arm. The thing still smelled like wroshyr sap. Setting the helm upon his head, Girak grimaced as the HUD flickered on and a wash of information, and Katarine’s holo-projected form popped up to his left.

Captain Fitz nodded. The Comms officer gave a nod of his own and the holo-projected image of a man in light armour sitting on the Command Chair of one of Mandalore’s finest battleships came to the Commonwealth’s view.

“Have you come to pledge yourself to the Infernal’s Empire, or be a lesser cousin of it?” Leaning forward on his seat, Captain Fitz moved to stand. “What good faith do you have in mind to render? We know not about any Commonwealth, nor of your locational approach to our Empire. What do you offer Mand’alor and the Clans?”

In the background, the sciences officer began to scan each of the Commonwealth ships. None of the Mandalorians raised shields, nor did they raise weapons. It seemed the modicum of curiosity over potential for threat.

How curious indeed.

[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Marx Zinder"] @Bug’ares’vemmosk

 

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[member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Marx Zinder"] [member="Bug'ares'vemmosk"]

She wanted to scoff, but kept it to herself. Studies on Mandalorian Culture provided that they were prone to great upset and insult. One of the last things they could afford was an open war with a major power. Not this early.

"We've not come to bend the knee if that's what you're asking. We are looking more along the lines of a Military Alliance, combined with an open Trade Agreement. We have things in our economy that you do not, and vice versa. Furthermore we recognize the power of the Mandalorian Navy and ground forces.

We believe we could be an asset to you, bringing three separate battle-groups to your aid at any one time. Already the Sith approach the core, and the New Republic threatens to cross the boundaries set at your borders.

All we'd ask is that Mandalore extend us the same aid in our hours of need, and our full Fleets and Marines can be yours to utilize, in the coming engagements."

 

[Yasha Cadera]

[member="Katarine Falcon"] [member="Bug'ares'vemmosk"] @Marx Zinder [member="Kaine Australis"]

Everyone wanted a piece of the Mandalorians these days, it seemed. While it made the Epicanthix proud of his granddaughter, it also worried him. How many times would Yasha fight someone else’s war?

“The Mandalorian Empire does not enter into the battles of others unless we are paid. If you wish to prove your worth to Mand’alor the Infernal, hire Mandalorians for your next battle.” Captain Fitz leaned back in his command chair and watched the Queen Admiral in silence.

“It seems your Commonwealth gets the lion’s share of such an agreement, yet I see no issue with petitioning the Infernal for a trade agreement between the Commonwealth and the Empire. Anything beyond will have to be seen. You will receive clearance to utilize Kiisha Station on the frontier of Mandalorian Space for the trade of goods and services, and as a staging point for any further negotiations.”

 

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[member="Yasha Mantis"]

She nodded.

"Very well Captain. We thank you for your time, and your restraint in not immediately firing upon our fleet. Enjoy the rest of your day."

She turned to her helm officer.

"Get us out of here."