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“You are well informed. The LMI recently began a campaign. Many have needlessly died in their spree. I have fought them many times before.. they are nothing short of monsters. I wouldn’t even refer to them as humans. The Rivish are a strong people. Our Empress is married to their leader. As for the Empire, our intentions are simple. Ultimately, we desire to create a world of order, and an end to chaos.”
Riveti and Astia
“A world order you say.” She seems lost in thought for a moment before looking up at him again, “How much authority do you have within your Empire?”
“I am the highest ranking officer in the Imperial Navy.”
(I wrote his rank down wrong earlier, he is the supreme admiral.)
“What is your authority when it comes to diplomacy?”
(Yes but she doesn’t know what that signifies within his government, as hers doesn’t have a supreme Admiral. Don’t wanna assume. Like if she met a Moff, she wouldn’t know what sort of powers he has.)
“I see. I’m that case...” She produces a small pad from her pocket. After pressing a few buttons, it beeps a couple times, before the holographic image of a woman appears. She is wearing a uniform, though it looks much more comfortable and simple than the officers of the ship.
“Abbey!”
A few of the officers stifle their chuckles, while the Admiral raises her eyebrow.
The woman clears her throat and when she speaks again her tone is more formal, “Admiral, we lost contact with the 8th 9 days ago, explain yourself.”
The slightest hint of a mischievous smirk crosses Abigale’s face, “Apologies Lord Admiral, it slipped my mind.”
“Unacceptable. You are to report back to Ashfold immediately. Be prepared to face disciplinary measures.”
“Apologies Ma’am, we are in a bit of a situation...” She quickly and concisely explains the events of the past week to the Lord Admiral. When she is finished, the Lord Admiral turns to observe Thrawn.
“Supreme Admiral Thrawn, was it? I salute a fellow officer. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
A delegate will be welcomed in Conexum. His presence will be awaited. For now, a small capable fleet will be assembled to aid the Empire.
“Charmed, mam.” Thrawn slightly bows his head out of respect, but keeps his posture perfectly straight.
“I hope we didn’t get off on the wrong foot. It’d be our pleasure to host a delegation from your nation. We are hoping to become more active in global trade.”
“I believe the Empire can accommodate.”
She thinks for a moment, “There will be a gathering of Admirals soon, in celebration of my election. The event usually lasts a few days and takes place on a beautiful resort. I officially invite the Empire to attend, and I extend the invitation to your Rivetish allies as well. Admiral Crowley will provide you with details. I am afraid I must take my leave now, however.” She turns back to Abigale, “Admiral, I expect a report every 3 hours on your situation. Do not let it slip your mind again.”
She nods to Thrawn before her image disappears
A small fleet welcomes the ships. A transmission is made. "Welcome to the Kingdom, comrades", said an officer across the broadcast.
All along the wall, the LMI side of the border is fire bombed by artillery.
you see, idk how this affects me
Three small ships, equipped with only minimal weapons, approach, staying well within waters. A message is sent to LMI's; "What is your business here?".
hewwo
Well there’s someone I never thought I’d see again. How are you?
“Greetings on behalf of Supreme Commander Kane” came the reply. “Requesting permission to dock.”
“We would be glad to accept.” Thrawn says, nodding his head in appreciation.
OOC: sorry it took a while to get back to you, I’ve been slammed with work lately, but some my schedule is pretty evened out now.
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