Mysterious Portals (One last shot)

General_Dussen

CursedPh4nt0m "Unidentified ships? Witch ones do you mean? As ive just arrived i have not really been briefed on here. As for Thrawn, well, the stories are stories, and rumors are rumors. I cannot tell you anything about those things sadly. "

CursedPh4nt0m

General_Dussen
Michael: "I am more than 92,73% sure not all of the present ships were forces of TIE when they left this galaxy."

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EpicJp21
One of the portals ends up opening in deep space between systems its dark their very dark... Around it is some sort of dark fog and out of it what seem to be several strings fly at it.

EpicJp21

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A TIE fleet makes it way from an unnown jump location. Although at an unusualy slow rate they appear to observe the surrounding area.

General_Dussen

CursedPh4nt0m "So exact with those numbers eh... Well not all were. He had some very close allies. They ended ships to him constantly. I cannot tell you who when and what. Classified."

CursedPh4nt0m

General_Dussen
Michael: "Oh, the numbers are a program thing. Can't risk making a miscalculation due to rounded values.
Guess I'm bound to eventually ask him myself then.
Now, what about the actual matter? I'd say I was rather accurate about the reason I really need someone to answer that certain question."
His eye seems to turn black for a split moment, it might've been an illusion or energy fluctuation tho.

EpicJp21

CursedPh4nt0m (An interesting interaction I see...)

General_Dussen

CursedPh4nt0m "Well your questions demand classified data to be released. Its better to have a meeting with Thrawn, one on one sometime later. My task was to come here, and asses the situation. The only things i know is that there is some kind of standoff here.
The Admiral takes a sheet of paper next to him. He looks at it.
"The Empire and your faction have not been getting along looking at the history. The Emperor has prepared some kind of grand plan that i myself have not been really briefed on. I act on direct orders with limited info. The Emperor wanst me to discuss a kind of "Non-Aggression pact". Not really even. Just a "You don't get in our way and we don't get in yours".
Suddenly a crew member, the same soldier who brought welcomed you storms the room.
Dinner is Ready! He shouts.
"Oh well! Time to eat! What do you say? Im really hungry. Lets go."
The Admiral stands up, opens the door and awaits you to follow him.

CursedPh4nt0m

EpicJp21 (That's actually exactly what it was planned to be...)

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EpicJp21
The TIE fleet finds the portal to be covered in fog in a 10 km radius the fog itself rather then spreading out seems to turn and shift around the portal.

CursedPh4nt0m

General_Dussen
Michael appears ... irritated, to say the least. He follows them none the less, even tho kinda feeling misplaced here.
Michael: "Well, guess I still have enough time. I shall acompany you.
I honestly don't feel like a 'don't get in our way'-pact would be beneficial for either side, but we may discuss this later, as you appear to have to fulfill your human needs."

General_Dussen

CursedPh4nt0m You are welcomed into the Cantina of the Ship. Its very very small. There are 4 people to be seen. 2 Cooks, 1 mechanic and some other crew member.
"Ay whatsup boys!" Shouts the Admiral.
"We have a guest." Everyone looks at you. One of the Cooks smiles and greets you with a friendly "Hello there, doing good?"
The other Cook happily greets you with a normal "Hi." The mechanic looks at you strangely, but smiles and says a "Hello chap.", friendly greeting. The Crew member is chewing on his Stake and shakes his head as a "Hi" gesture.
"Whats on the menu today?" Says the Admiral to one of the Cooks.
"A good old stake with french fries!" Says the Cook.
"I would like a plate!" Says the Admiral. The Cook starts preparing the dish.
"I have to visit the toilet real quick. Im going to come back in a second."
The Admiral leaves the Cantina.
The Crew Member finished Muching on a fry and says:
"Come over here, have a seat man! Make yourself at home! The Admiral will return shortly."

CursedPh4nt0m

General_Dussen
Michael, more then confused about the entire situation does as told. He looks around while mumbling something along the lines of 'Should've sent Gabe over here...' and decides to start a talk with the crewmember.
Michael: "Say, what kind of person is your Admiral? So far, he doesn't seem to fit the expected requirements for a person of his rank, besides this apparently beeing rather common recently."

General_Dussen

CursedPh4nt0m The Crew member laughs.
"He is a very kind person, understands everyone, brilliant tactician who thinks outside the box. He the perfect Admiral. He doesn't believe in the "Be very strict" type thing. You can always have a chat with him no matter your rank and can talk about any topic. Of course, when needed he does get strict. He can get very angry sometimes. But non the less, very kind person. He doesn't have to be strict as everyone here follows the rules. What can one say. This isnt the ship we normally crew though. Everyone here got called instantly, with the Admiral. We were ordered to board this ship and come to this section of the Galaxy witch i dont anything about. Some kind of diplomatic mission."
The mechanic walks up to the table,
"Say, what are you really? Allen? Machine? "

CursedPh4nt0m

General_Dussen
He decides to finish his talk with the crewmember first, before answering the mechanic.
Michael: "I see. Guess I know some guys that would like him then.
I am to be considered an AI controlling a nanobot-assembled exosuit. Also a 'Großadmiral', chess player, former leader of the 'Rising Sun Alliance', time traveller, immortal, messenger of a god and enough other stuff to keep talking for several days. Not that any of that would matter to you to begin with."

General_Dussen

CursedPh4nt0m
"Ok Benchode." Says the Mechanic and walks away leaving the cantina.
"Benchode... haha. Anyhow. If you wanted yo, could you destroy our ship? Will you sacrifice yourself for your factions well being?" Says the crew member.

CursedPh4nt0m

General_Dussen
Michael: "This suit is not designed for anti-ship combat. But I could switch it with an actual combat frame or have some other weapon system blow up the ship. Given I merely control this suit and ain't really here, I wouldn't even have to 'die' again, something that proves to be rather difficult for me to begin with. For more than one reason...
The short answer would be a 'yes' for both questions, with a sidenote that I still am immortal."

General_Dussen

CursedPh4nt0m "Alrighty." The Crew Member stands up, and leaves The plate is on the table, with a small peace of the stake and 3 fries on the plate.
The Admiral returns to the room, and sits opposite of the table. One of the Cooks comes, picks up the dirty plate and gives the Admiral his one.
The Admiral starts cutting the stake.
"You aren't interested is what you were saying huh. You say that it wouldn't benefit any side, but it will benefit ours, witch means one less faction we have to deal with. Thats beneficial to us. Wrong calculations, taught robots couldn't make mistakes."
The Admiral winks, and starts eating.

EpicJp21

dafeeeeeeeeeesh The fleet halts and sends a single fighter through the fog. It should be noted that the ships move slowly as a result of their weapons and shielding being on overdrive.

CursedPh4nt0m

General_Dussen
The suit suddenly appears annoyed. However that's possible to begin with.
Michael: "I am an AI and my statement is correct, due to the fact that you'll have to offer something for us to allow your presence in this area. Something more than you not bothering us. It might be you somehow missed that, but TIE is no mayor force anymore, your glory days are over."
He makes a short pause to let his words sink in.
"And that's where my personal interests come in. Let me meet Thrawn, ask him some questions, discuss some stuff and so on and so fourth and I can guarantee not a single speck of dust will ever bother you again. You will be considered friendly or inexistant, depending on your preferences and we might even offer our resources and tech.
So, that'd be my proposal. You're allowed to stay here and I finally get my research done."

RedAndCosmoteer

EpicJp21

Joining in for real this time. Faction: Illateri Sovereignty.

EpicJp21

RedAndCosmoteer A mysterious portal is spotted on the border of The Illateri Sovereignty's territory. A small TIE fleet jumps in the distance.

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EpicJp21
When the fighter enters the fog nothing seems out of the ordinary the only remarkable thing is the pilot feels fatigued while in the fog.