"Everyone, this is Michael Blackburn. Ship of 15 Marine Expeditionary Unit was attacked by the ships of Gallic Royal Navy in the Cortez system. Our cruiser "Maine". was nearby and came to his aid. Now they are moving to the planet Curacao,"- pause. - "So, Third Fleet, Bretonia Armed Forces, Crayter Military - I'm afraid that we should start negotiations without them. So, the negotiations will take place on our ship "Alpha-3". He is a freighter, and is also equipped for all negotiations. Teresa Brooks will take you on board, and then we'll start," - after this, Michael turned to Karen and said:"Get ready, negotiations will begin now. Teresa will receive us."
"Roger that. I'm en-route," Michelle announced, boarding the shuttle and departing towards the freighter. Once the shuttle had delivered her, she'd await someone to lead her to the negotiating room, her officer's hat held securely in her hands.
In her mind she couldn't help but be curious about what would transpire through these negotiations. Talks were a given, but all else was spontaneous, and could happen without notice. Here was hoping nothing would be as crazy as the things she'd done before.
The first thing one would notice about the Kestrel was that kill marks adorned its nose; lots and lots of kill marks, including what appeared to be a few Nomads. A (poorly) hand-painted Star of Liberty was on the fin facing the gathered. On the port side readFrom Houston With Love and an inhumanly large humanoid figure was waiting by the ramp. The assembled got their first look at the 240-cm lady and she waved them in. "Come on in, you're letting the cold air out." The interior of the boat smelled of air freshener desperately covering up the scent of ancient spilled food rations, and had clearly been packed up in a hurry in preparation for the meeting, but a round table, projector screen, and overhead projector, as well as about eight chairs stacked in the corner, had been furnished for this meeting. Taking a headcount of the participants, the requisite amount of chairs were pulled up and placed. "Sorry, but the catering was delayed; you're going to have to talk this one out on an empty stomach until it arrives." Teresa then produced a cheap soft-cover copy of her literary aspirations, Fifty Shades of Sugarland (based on a true story), and waited for the assembled to call on her to do something.
If it looked like she was slacking off, good. She wasn't, but she put a lot of effort into looking like she was. She would be paying attention to the officer's meeting with rapt interest, and even if they asked her to leave their presence, she still had internal surveillance.
