Guess who's coming to dinner?

[Reverend Del]

Matthew Gibbs sat at his desk; he pondered the direction the Xenos had taken over the years, a direction hed had no small part in pushing. But it was getting harder and harder for the Xenos to press their point, Libertys hackles had risen and the Xenos were bearing the brunt of their ire. Perhaps this accidental find of the Alliance leaders could bring some extra firepower or simply a better foundation from which to renew the Xenos campaign.

Gibbs was no fool; he knew that to make this work would revolve about not drawing attention to the Orders status in Liberty. Whilst they were considered enemies of the state and potential allies on paper, they were still outsiders. He would need the full support of everyone involved to make this work. But 30 years of organising the Xenos, of smoothing ruffled feathers, of ensuring that they could call on some help from other folks had enabled him to swing people around to his point of view. He envied the fighter jocks their job was easy, stop the trade and stop the rot. Black and white, up here it was less so, much less so. The Xenos could not stand alone, as much as they wished it so. The Zoners were useful, hut militarily they could not, would not, aid the Xenos. Same could be said for the IMG, almost pointless in Gibbs eyes, but the use of the Freeport was instrumental in giving the Xenos a staging point close to California.

The Order it would have to be. They needed the Xenos, the first time in 30 years that any had claimed that. They needed what little the Xenos could spare and they were willing to accept it. He needed to make sure that the Xenos saw the merit in this proposal.

He set to work; calling in his top advisors ensuring that the most influential of the Xenos were kept informed he began to draft the proposal. The Xenos needed technology that only the Order could provide, the deadly Supernova anti-matter cannon, armour technologies that would make even the puniest starflier more durable. The Xenos could make a handsome deal out of this and all it would cost was landing rights on Xeno bases. Ouray, Kepler and the Barrow, he would never allow them to set foot in the Xenos home turf. Tau -45 did not exist as far as they were concerned.

One of his advisors put forward the idea of the Order perhaps giving them the plans for Eagle and Crow fighters, with a view to Xeno technicians being able to build them closer to home, Gibbs added it to the proposal. Civilian bombers, already in use by a lot of the fighter jocks, as well as the smattering of Taiidans, although a GMG design, a useful tool, at least compared to what the fighters called the Preagle. He added them all.

Now it was onto the part where he denied things to the Order. Nothing larger than a bomber to land on Ouray, with both Prospectors and Greersons gunboats permanently assigned to Ouray any more vessels of such size would strain Ourays ability to operate effectively, he would not however bar them from using Barrow or Nome to service these vessels. Although neither station could handle anything larger than a gunboat, they were just not set up for it. No Order pilot to stray into the JH next to Nome. Anyone found violating this order would be destroyed without hesitation. No Order personnel allowed into restricted sections of Xenos bases, again violation would involve termination.

Everything seemed in order, as it were. He sent it to be properly drafted. Now cam the time to organise a little meeting.

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.