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KrankysFirebrand48
"HMS Lancaster..."
Dasha looks on her definitely-civilian-grade radar, which has blimps all across it but all marked with simple question marks and estimated ship classes.
"Um...may you send the coordinates to me? My database can't distinguish which is which."

    Dumb
    "It's the largest ship in the middle of the defensive formation. The cruiser with the flat bow."

      KrankysFirebrand48
      "...ah, there it is, thanks."
      Labeling it as the "HMS Lancaster"on the database, Dasha pilot the little vessel towards the cruiser, and form a parallel formation with the giant when in relatively close distance.

        Dumb

        /comms
        "You have clearance to land in hangar bay 2 in the marked area."
        In the hangar bay with the large "2" multiple lights are arranged into a platform large enough for the ship to land on.

          KrankysFirebrand48
          "Roger that Comms."
          Dasha say it out loud despite it not being a two-way connection, as she swiftly guides the craft and landed on the pad without much of a hassle caused. After landing, she remains in her ship, waiting if there is any post-landing procedures.

            Dumb
            The internal scanners search through her ships for weapons, bombs or signs of biowarfare.

              KrankysFirebrand48
              normal x-ray scan goes smoothly, but when it is the time for biosensors, the entire interior of the ship lits up as if it is a cluster of organics.

                Dumb
                The in-hangar turret immediatly deploys. A large groups marines come running.
                /Comms
                "Ma'am we have detected multiple organic signatures inside your ship. May you explain why?"

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                  KrankysFirebrand48
                  "oh you mean the BAL? They are here to simply maintain the structural integrity and act as an escape pod if something went wrong, they are not harmful in any sort of ways, at least if the reactor of my ship runs normally...but of course I understand your concerns, so feel free to employ whatever isolation measures you got."

                  As Dasha's voice comes from the ship, a fully mechanical pda is ejected from the ship's dorsal port, and containing the little description of this BAL.

                    Dumb
                    /Comms
                    "You may exit your ship, slowly. We will keep an eye on the biosignature. If it moves we will deploy heavier ordinance. Once you have exited your ship we will pull your ship out of the hangar."

                      KrankysFirebrand48
                      "Aye aye"
                      Dasha slowly steps out in a full silvery suit, while a suitcase, devoid of bio signatures, follow her steps. The bio signatures didn't even move a bit, probably happily feeding on the adequate power reserve.

                        Dumb
                        The soldiers stand down. One of the destroyers next the cruiser, which you can see through the hangar opening, shoots its tractor beam into the hangar, gently guiding the shuttle out and carrying it quite far away so that if it were a nuke, the defence fleets would be outside its radius.

                          KrankysFirebrand48
                          "...do I get some sort of ride after this?..."
                          Dasha asks lowly as she follows any instruction by the marines, watching her ship floats further and further away.

                            Dumb
                            "No, you will be launched into space and die." says one of the marines jokingly. His mate hits him on the shoulder and corrects him with, "Your ship will be pulled close enough for you to be able to get there in a brief spacewalk. You'll get a suite."
                            The diplomat from earlier arrives into the hangar. Seeing the large group of marines he gives them the "what in gods name all this?" look and walks up to Dasha.
                            "I'm sorry about all this, I'll have a talk with the security chief after this. Greetings once again." he stretches out his hand.

                              KrankysFirebrand48
                              "No, no. It's fine."
                              Dasha accepted the hand and did a handshake.
                              "I am Dasha, owner of the Forge of Babel. I'm here to establish proper connection, and to...eh, perhaps the second objective of mine is more applicable to be explained later on."

                                Dumb
                                "Very well. May I lead you to the briefing room? It stinks of fuel and burnt metal in here."

                                  KrankysFirebrand48
                                  "Sure, please do lead the way."
                                  Dasha replied politely, and as the diplomat turns around, she turns her head and winks at the marine who made the joke, before turning back and follow the diplomat.

                                    Dumb
                                    The marines mate bumped him on the shoulder, encouragingly this time. "Not often you see that in service, eh?"
                                    The diplomat takes her out of the hangar and walks towards the centre of the ship. They then arrive to a lift, which takes them to the neck of the ship. They walk through another corridor and finally arrive at a moderately sized room with a 8 seated table and a large screen.
                                    "Take a seat."

                                      KrankysFirebrand48
                                      Dasha comply and sits down gently, the suitcase stops right within arms reach beside her.

                                        Dumb
                                        The diplomat sits down diagonally from her where the oval table starts curving.