Jackyboy54
A contraption sits alone in a circular room, isolated almost perfectly from its exterior in its manufactured vacuum. Within the contraption, several moving parts orient a careful dance of elements with purpose: First, fuel is injected and motioned towards a set of exterior rings, where it is excited into movement, initiating a strage "ignition" process, where this fuel element burns and creates a kind of field surrounding the whole contraption.
This field slowly pierces through the thin veil that separates reality and the different dimensions that layer, now in a coordinated manner, above and below, though in an abstracted manner, realspace. Within this isolated transcient environment, this particular machination operates, it opens up its spherical sides, motioning the rings further apart and extending the range and potency of this field with precise fuel injections. Meanwhile in its interior, FTL particles are paired with eachother and positioned along a spherical object which generates a high frequency resonance, entrapping them for the time being in an organized geometrical pattern.
The object then deactivates and releases the particles into the opened trans-dimensional field, they cross the dimensional drift due to the stability of the environment, and enter a subspace region with severely reduced planar scales, shooting out in all directions through a portal that softly fades away. Seconds pass, enough to reach the systems that surround The Embassy, and then the machine closes back up, retracting the rings and burning off the excess fuel in a last burst, which un-entangle the particles.
The particles themselves were simply used as bodies which tracked the computated and very well monitored spacetime dillation surround the site, within all its sphere of influence results were nominal and within deviation limites, all except in one spot, where the afterimage-like "impression" of unidentified bodies were detected.
In the following seconds, more bursts went out from similar machines, tracking the movement, size, mass, and other physical properties of the objects, such as speed and electromagnetic influence. Detection arrays focused their power at them in hopes to detect incoming signals, all of this was done mostly automatic by the trifactual central processing unit.
The same Trifactual central processing unit - A powerful machine built based off The Ambassador's subversive internal computation arrangements - decided and recognized, after careful analysis of the results of this process, that the objects in question were a fleet that moved towards the site, that this fleet was likely far too weak to challenge the defenses of the system (despite The Ambassador's temporary absence), and that normal procedures would be carried out.
Upon arrival at the bridge, Xoars and the hoodded figure came upon a quite phenomenal sight that slowly but surely generated into view. Dragging foward through the vastness of space in fractions of the speed of light, the sight of the large system known as "The Embassy", where they whence had gotten such a cryptic transmission about a meeting, is in fact, not a folly, nor hubris. It is not a trap to be taken by merchants of idealists hopeful of union, or a scheme to fool companies and nations to hedge their assets upon a failed entreprise, it is reality, manifested before them.
Surrounding a single relatively large yellow dwarf is a system of three main planets and one thin asteroid belt at the edge of it all. First and foremost is a lava-like planet, cracked and ruptured beyond belief, large gashes upon its surface show that some kind of cataclismic event happened recently upon it, rupturing almost the totality of its surface and destroying likely anything that was there in the process. Despite such, there seems to be signs that this planet was used for something, as shown by very mild alterations in specific spots of its surface, though what it was used for is a secret.
Third from the star is a large gas giant which moderates the flow of asteroids and foreign bodies within the system with its gravitational well, saving the other planets from assured constant meteor showers, and stabilizing the asteroid ring surrounding the system. Atop it, large stations float anchored to its dense gasses, likely gathering its nigh-endless contents.
Then finally, the crowning jewel: A concrete planet separated in 16 different large quadrants almost equally, with jaw-dropping precision within its construction. The large concrete lanes that divide the planet, seemingly mostly underground, confer a high contrast with the othewise green planes and forested lanes of the rest of the quadrants, intercut again by large buildings.
At one of its meeting points sits a gigantic trapezoid building which shoots upwards a space elevator, ending in a large station with 5 tentacles in a helicoidal pattern, where multiple large ships come and go from.
Surrounding all of this, is a system of thousands of large stations that surround the concrete planet in predominantly three layers, some equipped with large concentric rings jutting off their side, where ships dock and depart from, heading towards the meeting point at the concrete planet.
The ships are of all kind and of all factions that they know of, even that they do not know of, the in and outflow of whole armadas of freighters and products FTL in and out of the system by the minutes, paying little to no attention at the relatively miniscule Farron Institute presence. Your optical sensors zoom into one of the stations, where a cargo ship the size of a battleship leaves one of the concentric rings on the station, providing the following sight:
Soon after, your sensors pick up on a multi-spectrum directional transmission, indiscriminatly coming from somewhere within the system, it is at first a sequence of data that callibrates your feed towards the communications of the system, and identifies the following languages which the package is transmitted in, however, knowing G-S16 Galactic Standard, communication barriers wouldn't be a problem to begin with:
-======================================THIS IS AN AUTOMATED MESSAGE====================================-
You have been assigned to dock at station
+ 1455 - A12
For
* Scanning and confiscation of illegal items;
* Passage towards Embassy Planet;
Illegal items are identified as:
- Nuclear or Nuclear-grade or Above weaponry of any kind;
- Potentially harmful, non-essential items;
+ CONFISCATED ITEMS WILL BE STORED IN AN UNDISCLOSED LOCATION UNTIL TRADE OR LEAVE FROM THE EMBASSY
Await for further instructions after scanning procedure is completed
-======================================THIS IS AN AUTOMATED MESSAGE====================================-
After that, another wave of information washes up the shores of the small fleet, it is the coordinates of one of the large stations that composed the third defensive layer of the large system, and it seems to have its concentric ring docking ports vacant.