For a brief moment, perhaps just a second, where as five hundred kilometers off the station, distortions in the field would show, before it was revealed the reason why. A single capital ship appeared out of no where, a massive ship not unlike a dagger, considerably flat, with something amounting to a point at it's front. It measured sixty kilometers in length, with thirty kilometers as it's width. Each side of the ship were visible docking bays, glowing a brilliant blue from what ever interior light made it up, and were large enough to accommodate scores of strike craft.
The most notable parts of the ship, however, was the surprising number of weapons on the ship. Both sides of the ship sported three Ion cannons on both ends, built into the ships mid section, taking up vast amounts of space per bastion. Both flip sides of the ship themselves were mounted with dual cannons in rows, sets of eight cannons, with six sets on the upper deck and belly. These weapons were ship to ship Gauss cannons, each capable of firing high explosive packages, jacketed in an armor piercing casing.
A battle cruiser. The
Valorium's JudgeOf course, it was a single one, and while it's shields were obviously running at full charge, it's weapons were barely even powered. Cool. In disuse.
The ship itself held a red color scheme, gold acting as it's secondary color, with orange highlights. It looked... Royal, almost. Important. In fact, despite the scheme, it held a large Sigi upon it's top flat, a single golden dot, surrounded by more gold in a crescent, which seemed to be, in of itself, on fire from an orange flame.
The lonely ship wasted no time, before it began communications.
"This is
Valorium's Judge-" Came it's broadcast not ten seconds after it had appeared. "We Identify as the Aklarian Congruent, under the charge of his most dutiful master, 'Judicator Harris Worth.' The Judicator has assigned himself as the representitive for the earlier requested meeting between our people. We have prepared a craft for their transport, and request it's docking clearance and instructions." The Cruiser also broad casted what would be the ships Manifest. One was simply titled 'Judicator' while three others were titled 'Honor guard'. Then there was the fourth, whom was oddly named 'Associate.'
The Aklarian Cruiser began broadcasting the specifics of their 'craft'. Classified as a
Viper MKIV, it was clearly a heavy corvette of some kind, with it's access port set onto it's rear.
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The Judicator stood silent in the observation deck, the 'windows' all around him display the...
Massive Aschen fleet before them, never mind the station itself. In truth, the windows were in fact just live displays of the space before the cruiser he was aboard, but it gave the feeling of a glass sphere... If you could get around the constant data streams, and pings of data. This was the Ship's AI quickly trying to isolate and classify ships based on it's sensor readings, cataloging them.
The Judictaor himself was decorated in a luxurious white robe, with golden highlights on it's seems and edges. His blond hair cascaded down his back, and soft, blue eyes looked over the arrayed fleet. In truth, it was indeed intimidating, the scope that these 'Aschen' could throw toghther, but he suspected that much of this fleet here was simply a power struggle, a display of their might.
In truth, the Judictaor was not impressed. No, he would later tell himself, not with the massive fleet, it was in fact impressive, beyond measure yes, but not impressed at the diplomatic tactics employed against him. Ambiguity was a silver tongues power. The ability to say anything, and have nothing contradict your point.
The Judicator had made it a point to research everything about these Aschen he could get his hands on the moment he was informed contact was made. True, he nodded to himself, he had already given them an evaluation before when they were screened by the vagrant Aklar, but he felt the need to give a more expansive study into it. Truly, this intrigued, and even excited him. He was so used to dealing with the trivial Council complaints, that the thought of dealing with another race's sharpest mind excited him.
Of course, considering this was first contact, even the Judicators many connections within the Congruent did not give him the kind of information he sought. Not out of misguided goals of others, mind them, everyone he contacted was willing enough to relay their data on the subject, but there was simply little data to be found. The curse of isolating your entire species, he mused.
Yet he grinned sharply. The situation really did serve to highlight some of the differences between the Aschen and the Congruent. The Aschen liked to flaunt their power, to display it in great strokes. The Aklar, however, liked to keep hidden, mobile. It was exactly why the Judicator appeared in just a single cruiser, against the wishes of the council. He would not flaunt his people's power... Only use it as necessary.
As such, he was immediately able to deduct a few things from the scene before him. The Aschen are an incredibly established Imperial empire, with a full military and space navy. The size of the station, and the mere existence of the station itself, informed the Judicator they had some sort of supply line system in place in the area.
And if the location of their home system was accurate, they were an incredibly expansive empire to have a station out this way.
That left what he didn't know. Customs, ranks, fleets. That is why the armored Mercanry stood next to him.
"You understand the gravity of the situation here?" The Judicator spoke softly, a kind smile tilting up towards the behemoth next to him. Larion Lithen. A Vagrant of the Aklars, whom had his own ship, his own suit of combat armor, his own AI. Someone who's chosen to leave the fleet behind in his own ventures. To the Aklar, this was a most serious Taboo, but to the Judicator, an asset. Outside experience from the fleets.
"Yes." Came the mans gruff voice. Larion gave no acknowledgement to the Judicators rank, and while the Judicator was peeved, he also found it refreshing. It was hard enough to fight through rank and honorifics in a serious discussion. "Everything is prepared, my craft is ready, and I will accompany the honor guards as per instructed."
"And... Well, is he ready?" The Judicator smiled, turning back towards the screens.
"Yes. He'll have constant communication with you." Larion stated flatly.
"Well then. Let us await our friends acknowledgement, Hrm?"