Misranan Space
Aboard the RIV Stonewall
1330 Hours, Republic Time
Cedric was pacing back and forth in his cabin; he had been tasked with meeting representatives of the Calidonan Supremacy on Misrana, a strange planet nestled within the Onyx Galaxy. They were neighbors to the Republic, and President Valentine thought it a good idea to reach out to them. The Republic's economy seemed to be suffering from lack of international trade, and the decidedly isolationist Republic was forced to swallow its pride and seek out alliances with other nations.
Reports on the Supremacy had suggested that they were in conflict with a band of terrorists -or freedom fighters, if the reports were at all accurate- known as the Nazuan Rebellion. Their conflict didn't concern them, however; the Republic was interested in the Supremacy's economy and trade potential. Something that could benefit both parties, the Republic especially so.
That had arrived in Misranan space, finally.
The Marines stationed aboard cradled their M4-1Cs, keeping tight grips and ready trigger fingers should things go awry. They would keep their eyes peeled for any signs of disturbance.