The Siel Manta trio of ships eventually emerged from hyperspace far enough away from Mon Cala that the world was little more than a light blue speck against the backdrop of the stars. The idea had been to keep a safe distance in case they arrived in the middle of a battle with Sith forces. As the trio of warships approached the space ring, it became apparent that the captains concern was unwarranted as they flew further in.
Their quiet observation of the situation was interrupted when a mechanical-sounding voice came through the comm speaker, distorting slightly as it cut through the dead silence of the large vessel.
"Unidentified warships, you have entered territory under the control of the Mon Calamar government. State your intentions or you will be fired upon."
"Captain Jal Shahori of the Siel Manta, here for the meeting with representatives of the Silver Jedi order as i'm sure your superiors have been forewarned about."
For several seconds, the ship captain waited for a reply while contemplating about the talks ahead. The voice came through again, along with a path on the ship's navigation computer directing them towards a port in the space ring.
"You are late, but you are free to pass to the provided coordinates. "As the transmission cut out, the ships began to follow the preallocated marker points. An hour soon passed as the trio of ships docked into the space port, and with it plans were made for a closely selected group of personnel to go to the meeting while the rest would stay with the ships.
<<Ah, the Mon cala space ring! It is good to be back,>> exclaimed Captain Shahori as the boarding ramp lowered into the airlock, it had been nearly a decade since he had been here and it had been under far more pleasant circumstances.
<<You've been here before sir?>> inquired one of his subordinates, a young Mirialan by the name of Benji Andreji.
<<I've been all over the outer rim, even during my time as a ship captain for the Mirialan military.>> He replied casually, switching to basic once maintenance staff approached to begin the process of repairing damage done by the Mynocks. Fortunately his basic was comprehensible even with the thick lowlands accent of Mirial.
The maintenance worker provided a pad detailing the transaction and their payment, a port officer showed up explaining the fifty credit docking fee, the usual stuff, though the captain couldn't shake his unease. This was straightforward, they were to attend a meeting, why did he have a bad feeling about this? the fallout of the battle between the Silver jedi and Sith empire had left him distinctly paranoid and uneasy when not at a hideout or aboard his ship.
OOC info:
<<>> Mirialan
"" Basic
Their quiet observation of the situation was interrupted when a mechanical-sounding voice came through the comm speaker, distorting slightly as it cut through the dead silence of the large vessel.
"Unidentified warships, you have entered territory under the control of the Mon Calamar government. State your intentions or you will be fired upon."
"Captain Jal Shahori of the Siel Manta, here for the meeting with representatives of the Silver Jedi order as i'm sure your superiors have been forewarned about."
For several seconds, the ship captain waited for a reply while contemplating about the talks ahead. The voice came through again, along with a path on the ship's navigation computer directing them towards a port in the space ring.
"You are late, but you are free to pass to the provided coordinates. "As the transmission cut out, the ships began to follow the preallocated marker points. An hour soon passed as the trio of ships docked into the space port, and with it plans were made for a closely selected group of personnel to go to the meeting while the rest would stay with the ships.
<<Ah, the Mon cala space ring! It is good to be back,>> exclaimed Captain Shahori as the boarding ramp lowered into the airlock, it had been nearly a decade since he had been here and it had been under far more pleasant circumstances.
<<You've been here before sir?>> inquired one of his subordinates, a young Mirialan by the name of Benji Andreji.
<<I've been all over the outer rim, even during my time as a ship captain for the Mirialan military.>> He replied casually, switching to basic once maintenance staff approached to begin the process of repairing damage done by the Mynocks. Fortunately his basic was comprehensible even with the thick lowlands accent of Mirial.
The maintenance worker provided a pad detailing the transaction and their payment, a port officer showed up explaining the fifty credit docking fee, the usual stuff, though the captain couldn't shake his unease. This was straightforward, they were to attend a meeting, why did he have a bad feeling about this? the fallout of the battle between the Silver jedi and Sith empire had left him distinctly paranoid and uneasy when not at a hideout or aboard his ship.
OOC info:
<<>> Mirialan
"" Basic