[u]You scratch our back.........[/u] In orbit above the dojo, twin Ares-class cruisers jumped into existance, their exteriors emblazoned with a chess' rook. Their sides were armed to the teeth, plasma and hardlight and weapons galore. In the belly of the beast were ten thousand souls armed with the best in the galaxy, regimented and professional, ready for a fight. However, a fight was not why they came. and why they came was apparent when they hailed the planet, keeping a respectful distance. Most of the men on board had heard the stories, and judging from the distance from the planet they kept, so had their leaders. They continued to Hail the planet "This is the BSC Dead of Night and the BSC Maus, requesting permission to land a diplomatic party on board the main NTR vessel and on the surface of the planet to open relations" The Bastion had arrived. ((open))