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The Initiative welcomed the Embrace openly, their greeting message incorporating the voice of trillions.
The designated representative of GDI was Senior Ambassador Tarais Joral, a distinguished Romulan.
His own diplomatic corvette met the Embrace in orbit around the Initiative’s city planet of Artemis.
“In the words of my people of origin, Ambassador, Jolan Tru. As the representative of the Initiative, I welcome you to our space.” Joral said in the hailing transmission to the Embrace.
Once they met, the Sayaritan-Azen Ambassador Test nodded and smiled. She said in reply
“Thank you. And in the words of my people, the Sayaritans, I greet you with Sayanarr Istulii. And as representative of both Sayaritans and the Azen New Republic, I am grateful to be welcomed into your space. May I request that the Embrace be allowed to dock at any station or port on Artemis?”
“There are indeed several orbital stations we could use. For the sake of convenience, might I suggest Sentinel Station?” Joral proposed.
A separate information window opened up, pointing out the most impressive-looking station that was hanging in orbit.
Many vessels of all types were leaving or docking with it, a never-ending stream of ships. The local GDI patrol group of 5 frigates, 3 destroyers and a cruiser was vigilantly keeping watch as well.
The Embrace received it. And the Embrace responded
“Very well, Senior Ambassador Joral. The Embrace shall dock at Sentinel Station. We will be approaching the station in 10…15 minutes. Please stand by for our arrival and docking.”
Those minutes passed.
Soon enough, they were closing in on the station, in a docking maneuver. The Azen ship had her weapons deactivated as the ship sent a message
“We are approaching. Please assist our docking.”
The station’s local AI, Xena, smoothly replied.
“Docking permissions granted, Embrace. Please stand by for guidance.”
As the Embrace entered the safety zone around Sentinel Station, projected tractor beams guided the ship into a safe docking zone within the station itself.
Once secure, an enclosed docking passage connected to the ship, but not before actively reconfiguring its connector to fit the docking port on the Embrace.
Xena transmitted again. “Docking complete. You are clear for disembarking, Embrace. Welcome to Sentinel Station.”
As the Embrace was being docked and guided, the captain of the ship did whatever she could, adjusting whenever it was necessary and giving simple, short instructions to her technicians, officers and crew members close to her. Once they all heard the docking was complete, the captain sighed and nodded to herself and to the crew for a job well done. She gave herself a few minutes.
Once those minutes were over, she encountered the representative of her country, Azenyanistan and spoke to her after nodding and kissing her hand
“Ambassador Test, I must thank you again for choosing me and my ship. It is so much of an honor, I cannot stop thank-”
The Ambassador blushed and told the captain
“Oh please, darling, it is all right. No need to thank me over and over again. I appreciate it. And it was also because I wanted to see how my dear friend’s daughter was doing as a captain. Especially of the Embrace! My, how I wished to see you perform.”
The captain scratched her head, grinning out of embarassment. She giggled then and said
“Very well, Ambassador. Shall I escort you?”
Test nods and says
“Yes you may, Captain Alliiyyah.”
And together, they were further more escorted by seven marines and four riflewomen. All of them were equipped with either Caller main battle rifles or Kaiteriza light machine guns. They flanked the two officials and disembarked with them.
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As the Azen diplomatic team exited the docking passage and found themselves in the docks proper, they were met by Ambassador Joral and his own escort.
The 6 soldiers escorting Joral had their helmets collapsed, showing them to be all of different alien races. Only one was human. Still, they all cradled their Guardian rail-rifles close.
Joral gave a calm, welcoming smile. “As Xena may have told you already, welcome to Sentinel Station. Please, follow me. There is a diplomatic lounge for us to officially discuss matters.”