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The Colonel and The President were enjoying a spot of golf on a new course comprised entirely of astroturf and imported Mars rocks. The course was kept lunar-dust free via magnets or some crap, and an army of janitorial staff. Newly-built Stickistani atmospheric cruisers, protected from stray golf balls by nets, loomed in the distance. Occasionally, they lifted off and went to fight. There were also Corvettes, fighters, and the Pride of the fleet, the super-heavy battleship B-SUCC Monument. (B is the Battleship designation, and SUCC stands for Stickistani Universal Combat Command, the supreme imperial space navy. Though originally created to keep pirates and asteroid wranglers from becoming too prevalent, it has recently received a large funding boost, and have become a forced to be reckoned with, (Though not even close to being on par with Aaschen or the like)).

The president first noticed the looming Foreign Warship when a stray golf ball bounced off it's hull. "Colonel, is that one of ours?" "No, it's not, dumbass.", the Colonel responded. "Alert the SUCC, and go investigate, damnit."

At the Nearby SUCC airfield

The colonel boarded a personal aircraft, and took 20 of his best men to investigate the derelict warship. They're goal was to either contact whoever was in it and tell 'em to screw off, or to crashland it if it was empty so it could be turned into a city.