Guess who's coming to dinner?

[Reverend Del]

The Admiral was escorted into a cabin which had been turned into an office, being Gibbs personal freighter he found it necessary to have somewhere he could work, somewhere he could think.

Gibbs stood up as the Admiral and his entourage stepped into the cabin, a show of respect never did anyone any harm after all.

Greetings Admiral, thats an unusual transport you have there, one could almost mistake it for a full fledged battleship. Gibbs smiled as he said this, although he wasnt as amused as he made out. He doubted the Navy had any listening devices this far into the dark matter cloud, but it did not do to take risks, and an Osiris class battleship parked here was a risk.

Indeed Mr. Gibbs. We could not risk this endeavour, and besides Black Squadron does not own transports. Admiral Hoff smiled back.

No harm done, shall we get down to business? I trust you have read the proposal and are agreed to it.

Quite so, in return for technologies and ship blueprints we have landing rights to three of your bases. That is how I read it.

Correct, also you will have Xeno aid should you require it for actions within Liberty space. That had been hard to swing, but Chambers had begrudgingly agreed to it, provided that the Order did not abuse such a measure. Gibbs had confidence they would not.

Then all that remains is to sign the declaration gentlemen. Gibbs proffered two separate copies of the document and a two pens. After you Admiral.

The Admiral signed as did one of his entourage, Gibbs and Chambers followed suit.

There we are done, may this be the beginning of a long and useful friendship. Now how about some Bretonian scotch, we liberated it from a transport just last week.

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