RedAndCosmoteer
Somewhere in hyperspace...
A man in finely made armor sits slumped in the captain's chair of the dreadnought as the ship and its ragged escorts flee outwards. From behind him, a woman in an admiral's uniform comes walking up, her boots clicking softly.
"Are you sure this the right thing to do? They hate us, and only bluff kept them at bay."
He sighs, deep and gusty. "Hopefully, when they see what we're offering they'll reconsider. Hell, I'll give them Ekariel as a hostage."
She snorted in disdain. "The boy's a useless fop."
A cloying grin. "They don't know that."
She hesitates a moment before speaking again. "And what if we still can't defeat them in the field?"
"Then we keep trying."
At the edge of Sovereignty space, reality tears and a small Imperial fleet of 5 dreadnoughts and handful of other ships emerge and open a channel.
"We come to discuss terms with the Archons of the Illateri."