Mysterious Portals (One last shot)

Ten

CursedPh4nt0m (I Think ImNotLaffing Is Not Here Any More And If I Post On His Ships Design I Could Get Banned For Necoposting)

EpicJp21

Ten (A complicated situation I see, I mean at least you gave him credit and modified them a bit.)

CursedPh4nt0m

Ten (He's known as Cosmopyr these days and even gave peeps his discord username for situations like this... And that question wouldn't count as necropost, as it is absolutely on topic.)

EpicJp21

CursedPh4nt0m (Ah, in that case I am wrong. @Ten you should probably do that. Hop on the cosmo discord and ask around.)

CursedPh4nt0m

EpicJp21 (Guess one could argue that one simply cannot expect someone to actually scroll down to the end of a post, but:

ImNotLaffng If you would like to tell me something quick, message me on discord at Cosmopyr#1972

)

EpicJp21

CursedPh4nt0m (ironic isn't it...)

EpicJp21

CursedPh4nt0m A new voice is heard on a transmission from a different cruiser. Ah good, Captain Hoez Maund was never a very reasonable man. The ISB thanks you for doing what we expected. We will leave the area if that is what you want.

CursedPh4nt0m

EpicJp21
One of the n-drones suddenly appears in front of the cruiser, it is unknown whether it was actually sitting there the entire time or somehow got there just now. It sends a short range transmission, similar to those of the unknown entity.
Transmission start
"According to our available data, your departure wil not be necessary.
In fact, we might even offer an alliance, depending on your goals.

Do you have any relations with the High Imperium?"
Transmission end

EpicJp21

CursedPh4nt0m I believe I recognize that name. Although my role is an agent, not a historian. From what I can remember, relations with them and TIE broke down long ago.

CursedPh4nt0m

EpicJp21
Transmission start
"I am afraid a topic of this importance will require clarification by one of your superiors then.
You are allowed to stay here for now, we still expect the arrival of a higherup soon."
Transmission end
All drones back away by several hundret meters and power their weapons down, waiting for an answer or other reaction.

General_Dussen

CursedPh4nt0m
A small vessel jumps several kilometers away from the drones. A message plays on all channels for all to hear.
Transmission Start
"Do not fire, repeat, do not fire. This is a diplomatic vessel on a diplomatic mission."
Transmission End
The ship is a very old converted cargo ship. It has no weapons.

Onboard the ship is Admiral Dussen, serving Thrawn. The next transmission is directed towards the drones, for the controller to hear. The pilot is on the microphone.
Transmission Start
"We are from the Carpathian Division, under Thrawns orders. We request for a high rank member of your to board our ship. Admiral Dussen wishes to speak a few words with you."
Transmission End
The ship stays in place.

CursedPh4nt0m

General_Dussen (The ship kinda looks odd, not that this would be any issue for the AI controlling these drones.)
The uncloaked prototype drone flies next to the ship and splits off a rather small amount of its nanobots in front of the airlock. The nanobots quickly form a two meters large humanoid-looking exosuit and wait for the airlock to open.

General_Dussen

CursedPh4nt0m The airlock on the underside of the ship opens with red lights flashing.

CursedPh4nt0m

General_Dussen
The machine enters the airlock waiting for the other side to open. The n-drone stays close to the ship, likely to pick up the nanobots once the meeting is finished.

General_Dussen

CursedPh4nt0m The airlock door closes, with yellow lights flashing. The room pressurizes after witch the other side of the airlock opens, with green lights flashing. A crew member awaits for whatever is on the other side.
"Welcome aboard the Carpathian Salvaged Trashcan! Best ship around... couldn't afford to get a proper ship on-spot. Anyhow, may you sir- or, whatever you are, follow me. The Admiral awaits you.
He starts walking down the short hall, and holds the door open to the small room in witch the meeting is to take place.

CursedPh4nt0m

General_Dussen
The suit follows the soldier while looking around, the rather large orange circle in front of its face-plate flying through the room.

General_Dussen

CursedPh4nt0m "In you go! The Admiral will come shortly. There is some water over there. Its tasty. I don't think that you would drink it but, i must say that it exists!" The soldier closes the door. The room is rather small, looking like a conference room... that was done quickly. Old tables are next to each other with very old office chairs.

CursedPh4nt0m

General_Dussen
The suit takes seat in one of the chairs and hold a hand over the water to at least scan its composition if it can't take a sip.

General_Dussen

CursedPh4nt0m The inner walls of the ship are very thin, and so a lot of sounds can be heard. In one hand you can very silently hear the crew above mumbling in the control room, with the engines humming. On one of the walls oposite of the door you entered is another door, with 2 flags of the Carpathian Division. A song can be heard playing from that room.

CursedPh4nt0m

General_Dussen
Due to having nothing better to do, the suit records all sounds and visuals it can detect with its advanced sensors. It focuses some of its sensors at the mumbling crew, expecting them to talk about something at least slightly interesting.

General_Dussen

CursedPh4nt0m The floor starts making sounds. They get louder and louder, coming from the door where the Admiral is expected to come out from. The door opens, with the Admiral standing there, with a smile on his face. The music is louder as the door is open.
"Welcome aboard the Trashcan of the fleet! Happy to meet you. You know, i don't really like "formality". We don't need it now do we. Come in! Get comfortable, and have a chat."
He is very excited.