Aboard the Cathar Trade Union Fleet
Space ripped asunder as they exited. A large imposing lion at the helm, draped in fine shimmer silk robes of red and gold. Around the massive Cathar his aides were gathered. A protective detail of two Praetorian Warriors from his house, and a few of his families legal advisers. Cathar typically were know for being violent, territorial, aggressive.
But they were not today. Unless provoked.
With them a Merchant fleet, arrayed in Column formation. Multiple Heavy Freighters, with their larger Warship CTU Long-Claw and CTU Deliverance off to the starboard side, in escort action. Paltry compared to might of the First Order Navy.
Still the presence of warships in this system may raise alarms.
The Cathar cleared his throat and spoke.
"Helm, slow us to quarter burn please. Weapons and shields power down. Comms, prepare our Diplomatic broadcast."
"As you wish Commander."
He was still getting used to that part. It used to be your excellency, but now as the leader of the fleet?
Different titles for different roles it seems.
"Diplomatic channel confirmed."
"Send our query then."
A letter was broadcast the Port Authorities and Gov Offices there.
To the Offices of the First Order
From, the Offices of the Cathar Trade Union
To whom it may concern,
The Cathar Trade Union and its head agents wish a Diplomatic meeting at your earliest convenience. The subject to be discussed of trade and financial matters.
Edited by Ferris Longtail, 30 July 2018 - 09:07 PM.