Forging an Alliance

[Omicron]

Omicron Minor

Ayakashi, the flagship of GMG revealed itself from the Omicron Minor mist. Well hidden in darkest depths of the nebula, OCV Fedayeen stood still awaiting the guests. Escort pilots scattered around, awaiting transfer between the two ships. Former Rheinland warmachine was significantly bigger than The Order’s counterpart, being pride of the Guildmasters.

Inside Fedayeen’s hangars, Fleet Admiral representing interests of The Order waited patiently next to his fighter awaiting right moment. Golanski was not accustomed to fly as passenger inside a vessel suited any tiny bit less suited than ‘war’. He and his token escort are coming in their personal strike craft despite negligible distance between the two warships. Flight deck was calm at the time, several wings of fighters already in space. It was now time to buckle up their helmets and launch, ‘write the history’ as the Admiral told them. He himself met the GM Aiko, personally inviting for a tour around Omicron Mu. Even prior that, captain of Fedayeen encountered Ayakashi prior, establishing first contact in the Omicrons. Promises were made, both organisations gravitating into each other on several occasions always in friendly demeanour. Recent discovery of shortcut to Sigmas only strengthened the call for establishment of diplomatic relations between the two, more than happy to oblige.

“Opening the hatch, you are clear to launch. Good luck out there sir.”

Flight operations signaled green light, allowing them to enter the void of space. Their trip short, Ayakashi’s heavy doors opened to let them land on battleship. GMG spared no expense bringing this aged ship back to life - Admiral noted, finding no sign that the ship in fact was just a derelict captured in the aftermath of 80 years war. All parts were modernized and interior refurbished more than it required for full combat effectiveness. The ‘glamour’ of this warship - as far the military goes - seemed truly overdone in eyes of the Admiral. As he climbed out of his Bastet, he would bring memories of the Osiris prototype: its parts lay bare unless armor was required. He took off his helmet and life support, sporting the same usual uniform of The Order. He went ahead towards awaiting GMG escort, knowing they likely do not know how he looks like. Spokesperson for his Guild company greeted him courteously and offered to be a guide. It would be an easy to get lost within Ayakashi’s massive hull.

“Guildmaster Aiko awaits you, Admiral.”

A room full of gold and blood diamonds. Guildmasters do like to brag about their golden age.

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