BattleDoctor sat behind his desk, flipping through a report on the status of his fleets in Confederate Alliance space. He stared at the papers but didnt really read them, as the impending arrival of President Carnotaur was controlling his thoughts at the moment.
As he set down the papers and activated his offices wallscreen, a chime came over the intercom and his secretary began to speak as he switched the intercom on. Sir, the system traffic controller has reported that three Alliance Flagships have entered Sol. President Carnotaur is aboard and is requesting permission to dock.
BattleDoctor let out a deep breath and responded, Tell the controller to give docking permission at Bay 1SC and send some gravity emitter equipped ships to clear a path down to Phoenix Command. Order Admiral Fareta to meet me outside my office with a squad of his secret police in ten minutes.
The gargantuan docking bay of Phoenix Command was quiet as President Carnotaur of the Confederate Alliance stepped away from his ship. His arrival in Sol was obviously being kept under wraps, as the arrival of such an important person as Carnotaur would usually have attracted more than the small group of Galactica personnel which he saw before him.
In front was Emperor BattleDoctor, his face showing absolutely no emotion. Behind and to his right was High Admiral Fera, along with a few other high ranking military officials. Behind and to the left of BattleDoctor was an Azdgari who looked quite old and frail but somehow extremely dangerous. This strange character was clothed in a uniform very different from that of any other Galactica officer Carnotaur had ever seen, all black with the left shoulder colored a bright red. Behind him were ten officers dressed in similar uniforms, all apparently unarmed.
If you will follow me, Carnotaur, we can get down to business, said Emperor BattleDoctor calmly. Carnotaur thought this was a bit odd, as this was supposedly a visit celebrating the victory against the Prylak. As the party began to walk towards the exit of the bay, the strangely clothed Galactica officers quietly took up positions surrounding the group.
After a long walk, Carnotaur and his staff were brought into what appeared to be Phoenix Commands banquet hall. It was lavishly decorated. BattleDoctor and Carnotaur took up positions at one end of the table and their various companions seated themselves, except for the Azdgari officer in the black and red uniform and his men.
By this time Carnotaur was getting slightly worried, as there seemed to be no celebration going on at all. He went along with it, though, and to break the ice he said, I dont believe Ive had the honor of meeting your Azdgari colleague. Who might he be?
BattleDoctor ignored Carnotaurs question and pressed a few buttons under the table where he was sitting. The rooms lights dimmed and a large holographic display turned on above the lengthy table, showing the Imperial Seal of Galactica. Soon the display began showing images of the destruction in Eta Cassiopea; Imperial troops marching into Skraine cities, Confederate Alliance colonies being destroyed, Galactica ships firing on and destroying Skraine and Confederate ships, and the Thoron Beam attack in Cincal. What is the meaning of this? demanded Carnotaur loudly.
As you can see, Imperium forces have taken control of the galaxy of Eta Cassiopea. said BattleDoctor flatly. Our ships which were in defensive positions to guard against Prylak incursions successfully initiated a surprise attack and were able to achieve an overwhelming victory. Our ships are set up in similar positions in Confederate Alliance space in the Milky Way at this very moment. Do I need to continue?
Carnotaurs eyes were filled with rage. Emperor BattleDoctor chose to ignore the Confederate Presidents obvious displeasure by continuing to speak. Several of my advisors and I have gone to the trouble of writing up a surrender agreement for you to sign. I think you will find it more than fair to the Confederate Alliance considering the position which you are currently in. BattleDoctor drew a piece of paper out from underneath the table where he was sitting. The surrender terms were as follows:
All orbital Confederate Alliance structures are to be turned over to the Galactica Imperium, including but not limited to battlestations, Command Stations, and shipyards. All current Confederate Alliance planets will be allowed to remain under Alliance control, however they will be demilitarized and Galactica Imperium forces will be given the right of passage at any time. The system of Mirava will be ceded to the Galactica Imperium.
All Confederate Alliance military equipment including but not limited to warships, munitions, and construction plans will be turned over to the Galactica Imperium immediately. Confederate Alliance fighter craft will be allowed to remain under Alliance control as a militia force, however they must be stripped of hyperdrives. Raven Battlecruisers will be delivered to the custody of Admiral Lythrawn after a Galactica inspection. The Confederate Dreadnought Balrog will be transferred to Galactica control for a period not exceeding one year before being turned over the Admiral Lythrawn.
Any Confederate Alliance databases will at all times be open to the Galactica Imperium. The Galactica Imperium has the right to requisition Confederate Alliance resources at any point in time for any reason. Immediately upon the signing of this document, all Confederate Alliance military officials holding a rank of Admiral or higher will be turned over to the Galactica Imperium for trials on charges including War Crimes and High Treason.
All Confederate Alliance territory in Eta Cassiopea will be forfeited to the Galactica Imperium. The Confederate Alliance will be allowed to colonize the Adornik cluster except for the system controlling access to it and the two adjacent systems, which will be Imperium territory. Any current Galactica settlements or structures in the Adornik cluster will remain under Galactica control. No Confederate Alliance orbital structures will be constructed.
The Confederate Alliance will not construct or research any weapon or armed craft except for fighter craft, which will be part of the Alliance militia. Any proposed major constructions or research will be subject to Imperium Approval.
BattleDoctor grinned widely and waited for Carnotaurs response. The Galactica secret police in their red and black uniforms loosened their weapons in their holsters. Far above, massive Thoron Beam emplacements began to track the three Alliance Flagships.
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"Look -- the trees!" Galan cries. "They have leaves!"