Diplomacy Of Metal and Force | The Arrival of the Mvil'eil Scarlet Commune-Fleet

[Custodian Ffff'liak Mik'lao]

Korriban.

Ancient birthplace of the Sith species as well as the order of religious force-users known as the Sith, it was currently occupied by them once more. However, the species encroaching (unknowingly) upon their territory was not aware of such concepts. They dealt in hard facts and logical programming, in communalistic upbringing and mechanical repair. The concept of an all-encompassing, all-penetrating, all-binding metaphysical energy field would have stumped them. And indeed, not far from Korriban's orbit, if still a healthy distance away from any defense fleets, defensive installations, and away enough to avoid presenting a threat, there was... a fleet. At best, if one could call it that. Thirty kilometers of ships, four of which were modified, distended Ajuur-class heavy cruisers, as well as the remaining vessels being a wide variety of corvettes and frigates practically difficult to count. The fleet shoaled around each other - but it was evidently clear the ships were outdated and weaponless.

Red streaks of paint graced each ship, but otherwise they were bare and utilitarian; a clear evidence to the fact this was not of any faction. They could not be pirates because of how extensively modified the ships were - built to resemble more like factories and ships with flourishing communities within them, instead of proper trade or cargo ships. The hiss of a holocommunications signal came beading on, old numbers that seemed to brightly blink rapidly and then dull in repetition. It was a communication signal - the alien species, for lack of a better term, had no idea how to open communications given their outdated codes were not synchronized with the galactic standard. Indeed, the Sith Order would have likely picked up stray transmissions - that of alien speech that hummed and buzzed. Their intentions, if sensed through the Force, were difficult if not impossible to ascertain - but they did not close or keep a hostile parameter. They looked more... confused.

As if they were lost.

Still, it was the Sith Order's decision on what to do, given they were receiving repeated attempts at (failed) hailing. Would they outstretch an arm of peace, or would they fire upon the strangers?

The message came through, though this time it was delivered in archaic code.

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The message repeated once more and for a final time,

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The messages went quiet for the moment, and for now, the strange fleet seemed to watch and wait with nervous anticipation. Those who translated the message, if successfully, would have found this.

WE ARE LOST. PLEASE PROVIDE COORDINATES FOR DOCKING. WE WANT TO FIND SAFE TRADE AND BARTER. WE ARE LOST. REPEAT. WE ARE LOST. MATHEMATIC CALCULATIONS HAVE PLACED US IN THE STYGIAN CALDERA BUT WE ARE UNSURE. PLEASE SEND SPECIAL ENVOY FOR HELP WITH FACILITATION OF TRADE DISCUSSION AND DIRECTIONAL ASTRONAVIGATIONAL INPUT.

 

[Diarch Reign]

Darth Reign was a guest, while he was not a prisoner, he did not feel it would be appropriate of him to poke his head in wherever he wanted. Least not until this new friendship was cemented. However, he could not help but hear the call over the comms. how interesting he thought, this would be a break in the work he had been doing.

Pulling out his personal communicator, he responded to the hail "This is Darth Reign, Lord of the Diarchy, and friend to Korriban. Transmit your location and I will arrive shortly to greet you personally" He hoped that this would not earn him the ire of any of the lords of Korriban, but, as he was still an independent operator here, he figured as he would make no attempt at negotiating on the King's behalf, he could at least speak with these newcomers.

There may be cause for these potential trade partners to make their way to his space as well, he was always looking for new avenues of trade to support his growing cause.

Custodian Ffff'liak Mik'lao