Arainrhod sat, staring out of the window of her office on Cambridge Research station, thinking while watching silently as the ships continued at their work tireless work, Not even acknowledging the SA ships pulling into dock. She sat thinking, she loved how large GalExs fleet had become. But there was somthing missing, a lack of firepower.
"Miss Archer?" the intercom on her desk sounded, "That commander from the Southern Alliance are here"
That would soon change very soon.
"Send them up, right up, directly to my office Have Alex bring up a bottle of White Wine and glasses also. I may want to lighten the mood."
Arainrhod swivelled in her chair to face the door of her office just as the commander walked in.
As the newly appointed Admiral, Christina Robinson, walked in, she noticed Arainrhod Archer sitting comfortably on her large corporate chair.
Without sitting, Christina began the conversation.
'It has come to my attention that one of your civilians has purchased one of our battle cruisers without the consent of the manufacturers, the Liberty navy, or the distributors, the Southern Alliance. In short, you better have an excellent excuse, or there will be some major changes to our diplomacy list, with your corporation considerably further down than it is right now. In fact, Admiral Phelps is on his way right now to sort out this mess that you've made. You better hope he doesn't get here before you sort this out, either.'
"right to piont aren't you... yes well... acidents happen. My Cousin, Asryn, is sorting that out as we speak hence why she isn't here. Take a seat, intorduce yourself I don't beilive we've met."
Arian motions to a comfortable looking chair oposite her.
"As you may or may not know I am Arianrhod Archer, joint CEO of GalEx."
A tall youthful looking man walked quietly into the room smiling, the only way you could tell he wasn't going to some casual picnic was his because of his clothes a sleek black suit, tie, and shiny black shoes. Not to mention the two disgruntled women across the room.
"Hello ladies, looks like you bumped heads while I was busy. Anyways erm Christina why are we here again?"
The admiral turns and sends the young man a disgusted look and begins berating him.
"You look as useless as your flying skills are, Phelps! Get over here before I start yelling at you, like when you crashed your fighter into mine during training"
Christopher looks at his clothing, inspecting it for any sign of error.
"Heh, glad you like it and my flying ability. Secondly I was only jesting, I know why we are here. I'm sure you've gotten to the part about the unauthorized use of ships, so I'll get us going in another direction the real reason we came GalEX seems to feel we need to step up our escorts, this is possible however you must realize we're at war I can't just send waves of ships. What will most likely happen is what's on these diagrams Christina has made about an Southern Alliance fighter wing dedicated to your assistance."
"I beilive you misunderstand my propostition Admirals, we want to not need you to support us, we want to be able to support ourselves. We are looking to purchase our own ships, somthing large and capable of supporting our fighters from larger ships. Something at least as big as a cruiser, as Your Captain Woods has show us time and time again is a excellent ship, but it doesn't have the grand effect we want to promote."
A man in a Red and white GalEx uniform walks in and pours a glass of wine for Arianrhod
"Ah, thank you Alex, would either of you admirals like a glass?" She says after taking a sipe of her own glass.
'Out of the question, on both counts. I will not take your putrid drink and we cannot supply you with anything larger than a gunboat. We need our ships coming off the production line as fast as they can, to replace those that our pilots lose. We cannot spare a single one. However, as you know, the gunboats are in mass production, and we have a small surplus. One could be spared, and a wing of fighters from our stores, but nothing more.'
As Phelps opened his mouth to speak, Christina shot him a dark look. However, Phelps didn't notice.
Being the drunk Chris was, he was already gulping down wine before Christina could reject. Upon her words of harshness he spit his wine onto the floor.
"Sorry miss Arianrhod, about the floor and the admiral in the apparent bad mood. Anyways about our forces that isn't entirely true, our only threat is the Legion and Kia and Dragon errr whatever their names are you know the baboons scratching their backside, are missing chunks of information. I've debated whether or not to release this info into Southern Alliance comms, and I'm still unsure however Christina and I will discuss it on our journey back home."
At the mention of misinformation about the Southern Alliance fleet, Chris noticed Christina caress her side arm.
"As I was saying the Legion is ignorant in a sense for the moment and umm I guess you'll have to live with that fighter wing for now, I'm a bit busy finishing up some business so I'll be having Captain Holly Kay lead the wing. I would've assigned Christina to this as it was her idea, but as usual I'm sure she has some hidden agenda that can't be tampered with.
