"All ships do not attack. As the Viceroy stated we are allies, and are currently discussing a business proposal, which is why he came. I am wondering though, why havn't you finished your inspections, you crew has been down there for a while."

Then Myn remebered Bill Goinar's proposal. Now would be an excellent time to make ties with the Jutraalian Empire.

"To the Jutraalian Commander, as my aid just pointed out it would be wise for us to make a better offer to you. We will deliver as much ore as you need to any planet that you control in exchange for your help in defending my planets. We will of course contribute our own defenses, but we wish for the Jutraalian Empire to aid us, as the Trade Federation does."

Myn waited for the response, hoping that the Jutraalian Commander would agree, then leave the system, so he could get on with the business relations with the Trade Federation, as business deal which would also help defend his planets.

(OOC: I'd like to appologize in advance, because you're all busy right now, but it is the 25th, and I told Winger I'd collect my shipment then. And because something is happening, I think I would need to roleplay out the collection. Once again, sorry)

Ourvix, Greatest Grand High Poobah of all the Azguardians, sat on the bridge of Day-break, the biggest ship in the Azguardian fleet, an MC 40. Soon they would arrive at the ite of this Myn Winger, where they would recieve their ore shipment. The ten mole miners they brought had been an interesting request for payment, but mining isn't easy.

The most important aspect of this deal was that he kept it quiet, but as Ourix pulled out of hyperspace, his tiny fleet saw the Jutraalians and Trade Federation Warships around Garos... IV, was it? or V? well, whatever it was, he hoped he could get his shippment without being questioned by the Commanders. Some crewmen would tell their friends, who'd tell two friends, who'd tell two friends, and soon everyone would know.

Good thing there isn't anything distinguishing on their ships...

"Lieutenant, please say we didn't put the big red symbols on the side of these ships..."

"Uh...... yes sir?"

Damn

"Open a Channle to Myn Winger"

It was opened.

"Damn it, mister Winger, what is going on? We come for our shipment of ore to build some simple cloaking ships and what do we find? I ask that you tell your... friends that we are mearly customers with strange ships. We'll pick up our ore. Also tell them we have no intention of speaking to them, due to... Lack of time"

And then two bulck cruisers and some shuttles left the fleet to load up the ore.

"Sir!"

"Yes?"

"Sensors detect Mon Calamari class cruiser. Mark Forty. Several small transports with her."

"Send them a transmittion. Tell them to cease movement or their actions will be taken as acts of war. I don't care for their excuse."

"Yes sir."

"The Emperor shall be arriving soon men! Prepare to recieve him." With that, the Captain turned to the main viewport, looking for the Emperor.

And in his typical grand fashion, the emperor did arrive. Leading the fleet was his flagship, the grand HMS Disruptor. It stood far larger than the other ships, a craft of totally custom design that could even intimidate commanders of the mighty Disruptor-Class models.

Every hint of it had been cut down to maximize shields, weapons, or speed, and it even held a cloaking device - which it utilized during the glorious Battle of Halowan, where the Jutraalian Empire crushed the Chimeran Syndicate once and for all.

Behind the Disruptor came the mighty First Fleet, a fleet of such reknown infamy that its very name struck fear in most enemy commanders.

As its travel from hyperspace came to, the single transmission that came through could bolster the morale in any Jutraalian fleet.

"The Emperor has arrived."

"Ourvix sir, they have ordered us to stabd diwn least it be an act of war" said a lieutenant.

"@#%$" muttered Ourvix "have all transports stop and pull away, send them a non-visual transmission telling them we are here to collect an order and that is all."

Ourvix looked out at the large ship that had just came in

"And tell them that's a bloody big ship, just to go looking around a mining companie"

This confused Ourvix. Two great warfleets and the emipre of many worlds all here to see if weapons of mass destruction were being made by a mining corperation.

And why did they freak out at him comming to collect ore? This was a corperation, and as such sold things. didn't they excpect customers?

(OOC note: as this is getting hairy, I'll display my fleet manifest now, so you at least know it's nothing to worry about)

1 MC-40 Daybreak
1 NB-2 Rockafella
1 NB-2 Yunos
2 Corellian Gunships

39 B-wings

2 bulk cruisers

"Sir another fleet has just come out of hyperspace. It belongs to the Azguardians, coming to collect their ore."

"Signal the Jutraalian Fleet. Tell them the newly arrvied fleet is just here to collect ore, not an ally, not a major enemy, nothing that concerns the Jutraalians."

"Message sent."

"Good job."

"Another ship has come out of hyperspace. The IFF code says it is the Disrupter, belonging to the Jutraalian Empire."

"Damm, Emperor Fearson's himself. The Jutraalians must really want to inspect us, and probably do some more things as well. Repeat the previous message offering the ore in exchange for protection."

"Yes sir."

"To Emperor Fearsons, as you know, I am Myn Winger, head of Winger Mining Corporation, a non-violent corporation. As my aides have advised me I have prepared an offer for you. Winger Mining Corporation will deliver as much ore to you as you need for free, in exchange you will help defend us. If this deal is agreeable with you then please reply soon. Also the Trade Federation fleet is here to continue negotiations, after ours were inturpeted at the Mestra System."

"Message sent."

"Inform all citizens to avoid any space travel untill I inform them it is safe again. With four fleets out here it might turn into a battle, thpugh I hope it will not. Our crews, which are extremly well trained, are obviously out numbered. Also battles can be very bad for business."

With messages sent Myn waited, nowing one mistake, coudl lead to the Emperor bombarding Garos IV.

Ourvix grew tired of waiting, and decided to go ahead and fetch his damn ore.

"Send a message to the Jutraalians, tell them we're just fetching some ores, and they can see us plain as day. if we were trying something they'd see it. And also our entire fleet couldn't scratch one of his ships before dying. We pose NO threat. We just want the ore and to get home, as we nee to defend ourselves incase an enemy attacks. Also, this is our ENTIRE FLEET, so we need it home now."

And so, slowly and cautiously, the AGM fleet moved towards the planet, guns and shields up incase they were attacked.

"The Azguardian fleet is moving in. And they have admitted to the Jutraalians that this si their whole fleet."

"Idiots. Send a message."

"Yes sir."

"Ore Fetcher I recommend to cease your current advancement and return to your prior placement immediatly. The Jutraalians will more then likely blow you out of space."

Myn used the name Ore Fetcher, as to not notify the Jutraalians of the race of the Azguardians, as they wanted to remain unknown.

Ourvix found this strange. The Jutraalians had no reason to shoot them, so why would they. regrettably, they once-again stopped.

"We may have to leave soon, and conduct buisness at a later date" he said to his comm officer, who pressed the big red communication button aand repeated the transmission into a computer and doing other stuff.

If he got home and they'd been sacked by the enemy then he'd... well then he'd... damn.

He'd write a nasty letter.

Either way, these Jutraalian Nobs we'rnt helping one bit.

(ooc: Chadd is away, right? sp can someone roleplay in his stead? I've two planetary takeovers and an allaiance to work out, and I need these ships.)

"The Azguardians are returning to their former positions."

"Excellent. They are probably think they will never get their ore. Send them a message saying we will try to get their ore to them as soon as possible."

"Yes sir."

"Then send a message to the Jutraalians asking if the Bulk Cruisers are be inspected and then receive, ores, all the while being inspected, then the fleet will leave to places unkown with their ore, and will not return here, for a while."

"Message sent."

"All troops are to move out, let in officials, but watch keep close watch over the mine and keep a guard around the city."

Troops moved out, ready to protect the mine, and to guard the city. They circled the city, then started walking around in it. If anythign happenned, the troops would try to repel it. Myn had made sure that they had gone throught many training excersizes, and all of them had blaster rifles, a few thermal detenators and some concussion grenades. Some heavy repeating blasters were set up aroudn the perimeters of important places, as well as the perimeter of the city. Also selected troops with excellent acurracy had miniture proton torpedoe launchers, each with enough punch to nock out the shields of a fighter, and destroy a shieldless one. Some thermal detenator launchers were also set up, but they would be more effective against incoming landforces.

"Send a message to the Disrupter, ask for a meeting with the Emperor or a representitive, and have the Viceroy present."

"Yes sir."

Now the question was, woudl the Jutraalians agree?