Owner	Pose
Donna Troy	The three ships, the borrowed Archeopian vessel, Alura's Kryptonian scout ship, and Diana's invisible jet, are keeping a safe distance. A very safe distance. The pirate fleet, or at least the bulk of it, is gathered in orbit around the vast moon of a gas giant in a distant orbit around a yellow sun. The Earth-based heroes and their Galadorian Spaceknight companion are outside of the planetary plane, about as close as they can safely be to the north pole of the sun, where they will be least likely to be spotted. A tiny drone probe has been sent closer to broadcast scans of the fleet back to the ship.     There are seventy-four warships in the pirate fleet, and about twice as many civilian ships of various sizes, all presumably ships stolen from the refugee fleet. Most of them appear to be undergoing engineering work, retro-fitting them with weapon systems.     According to the pirate officer captured by Black Widow these are not pirates, despite how they are acting. This is instead the third fleet of the Imperial Adnoth navy. The story he related is that the third fleet had been out on a training mission in deep space, and when they returned to the homeworld they came back to find their planet destroyed, themselves the only survivors except for a few scientists on a mission to one of the outer worlds of the system who told them that a rogue interstellar asteroid had crashed into the planet at high velocity, with almost no warning, and pulverized it. All that is left is a cloud of rocks, slowly spreading into a new asteroid belt.     These few survivors of their race have been homeless nomads since. At first they had determined to approach the refugee fleet with the intention of joining them, but as they approached the refugees, the admiral had a change of heart and decided that they should build the strength of the fleet by predating on the refugees instead. There has, according to the captured pirate officer, been a fair bit of discontent amongst the ship crews about this decision, but they continue to obey the chain of command.     Donna gets up from the scanner she has been studying for the past two hours, rolls her shoulders, and walks about the bridge of the Archeopian ship to stretch her legs. "Suggestions?" she asks.     "Cut off the head," Taras supplies. "Perhaps with this admiral gone, the rest will be more reasonable. Let us infiltrate the flagship and remove the senior officers, then see if they will negotiate."     Donna gives this a few moments thought, they glances at the comms console to check the radio link to the other two ships is active. "What do you think Di? Alura? Doesn't seem to be a bad idea," she says slightly reluctantly.
Alura In-Ze	Alura is seated on the captains chair of her scout ship. Usually it's Kal when they go out on missions with the extended family. He has a cooler head than any of them. She has been looking at the readouts of their ships and frowns. "They are no match for my ship. But I am only one ship. I do not think the application of force is the best approach." She lifts a finger, "Nor do I think cutting off the head will go down so well. They might consider assassination by outsiders justification that their actions were correct. They should be _encouraged_ strongly to deal with their issues internally." ".. At first I thought we should project false ships as a show of force, echos on their sensors, holographic projections. But they might call the bluff." Leaning forward in her seat she looks at the images of her allies, "Instead I think we should use our three ships to create a defensive field and force both fleets together so that they must talk it out. We keep the peace while they do so."
Kian	Kian looks discontented at the suggestion of cutting off heads.  What's a metaphor?... unless Taras meant it literally.  The birdman has no way of telling.     "Unless he's willing to issue less hostile orders.  Or voluntarily step aside in favor of someone with a less belligerent plan of action."  He frowns.  "We... my people... don't have a lot of experience with this kind of behavior, but *still*...."     Meanwhile, Kian is keeping his mind open, in case there are any active telepaths among the refugees... or the pirates.
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanova would listen over thoughtfully to this. "POssibly. We'd need a thorough idea of their command structure, the layout of their craft, and their security procedures. Infiltration is different than assault." If they had to fight their way and board the flagship, then go through all the decks to hit the bridge it would be bloody, even for Amazons. And of course if their primary intelligence is that of a surrendered and interrogated officer that had been preying on civilians.. Chances were that he wouldn't have such exact specifics, or they would be out of date.     She would tap her hand over on her shoulder. Then turning to Alura. "Unlikely. From a purely psychological perspective. THey see themselves as the last of their kind, doing what is necessary to keep themselves, and by virtue their own species alive. That is their priorty over all others. They will likely see attempting to make them talk as someone trying to make them vulnerable, get rid of them, make them weak. It will only make them fight all the more desperately." She had seen far too many extremists put in a corner go down swinging the entire way.     She would mull over. "An assassination has the best chance, but we don't know their command structure. There will likely be additional officers that have gone along with things and have invested too much into this to back away. If the leader is tkaen down, then others will take their place. Particularly if their admiral is martyred."
Diana Prince	Aboard the Invisible Jet, Diana is walking back toward the control cabin area, passing through the well lit lounge, her eyes on the distant ships as she hears the open communications. As Diana settles in to her chair at the flight console, she glances toward the other two ships to the starboard side of her own. "I agree with Alura." Diana softly says, as she lets her eyes drift over the holographic display of sensor information in front of her. "If we sieged their vessels, and killed their appointed leader, we would set a standard for Earth that could very easily bring war to our own home. We are not the star police, this is not something we can decide a fate for. They have to decide their fate, while we do everything we can to protect our home." Her right hand moves out to adjust the zoom level on the display of the distant fleet ships, drawing them closer so she can marvel at their design, at least a little bit. Diana is a well known advocate for the Sol System to have a defensive starfleet, and thus she's intrigued by species' that accomplished that feat, even if they failed to protect their own home in the end.
Cassie Sandsmark	Naturally, Cassie spends the trip playing on her phone. Is it weird that she's killing time swiping and tapping to blow up imaginary space ships on their way to possibly blow up REAL space ships? Maybe she's getting practice... don't think about it too hard! However, despite whatever make-believe fleet destruction, the real thing presents a greater quandry. There's a lot of them. And they're not just vicious, heartless pirates. They're more space refugees... turned into heartless pirates. Complicated! No one asks her opinion, but she is listenin g in, and turns to lean in over Diana's console as she answers. "Do we know that they're all onboard, though? A few tyranical leaders could do a lot to suppress the more reasonable people. We don't need to blow up any ships, maybe... just find this dude and, you know, do the whole pirate code thing. Challenge the leader, take over, etc." Is that actually the pirate code? "Or you know, turn the keys back over to a more democratic group of their own..."
Donna Troy	"We're not the Earth police either Di," Donna points out. "That's never stopped us. We step in because something is /wrong/, not because we're authorized by the government to do so. And there is no government in space. The Oans and Xandarians don't seem to feel that should stop them from policing the galaxy, I don't see why it should stop us either."     Taras turns and stares at Donna a few moments, his immobile armored face as unreadable as ever. Donna returns to her seat, sits down heavily and leans back. "Assassination may or may not be efficient, Black Widow. But let's try to avoid that. Killing should always be the last resort." That will no doubt be a relief to Kian, at least. "However I don't see Alura's scheme working. We're outnumbered about fifty to one in ships, and they are military vessels. And as Widow says, they're the last of their kind, they're going to be defensive. We should assume we're not going to be able to intimidate them."     Donna raps her fingers across the console. "I'm with Cassie," she concludes. We negotiate, we try to get the two sides talking. But we do it without the tyrannical leaders making things tough, there's a far greater chance of peace. The guy we captured said there's people amongst the fleet who are not happy with their orders, so if we stop those orders we've got a much better chance."     "But you're all right. We need more information. What do people think about using Diana's jet to board the flagship for some information gathering... and maybe more if the opportunity arises? The last ship didn't spot the jet at all, so it seems likely the Lansinarian stealth technology is beyond the sensors these guys have."
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanova would muse over at Donna. "The success will be based upon psychological profiling. Even presuming we /can/ terminate the leader, we do not have sufficient information on their command structure to predict how they will reply to it." She goes to muse over and think then, and frowns..     "However, given what images we've seen.. The size and force of something capable of completely cracking a planet apart rather than merely rendering it permanently uninhabitable and disperse the fragments over a wide area.." She means cracking the planet like a sledgehammer to an eggshell and then blasting the shells all over the front yard..     "Would require something going a small percentate of lightspeed with a diameter of multiple hundred kilometers. To do so against an advanced civilization that had mutliple system defense fleets rotating in and out and to do so rapidly before they could put out a command recall suggests an external cause." She could dispassionately do the math for the damage of what a several hundred kilometer object smashing into another at a few percentages of C. She also knew that never happened without something /making/ it so.
Alura In-Ze	Alura fixes her gaze upon Natasha. Perhaps the first time she has truly done so. That the stranger suggested assassination is what has turned her attention upon her so intensely. Her eyebrow raises ever so slightly as her posture shifts just -so-. "There will be no assassination." "There are only two ways to stop a fight. Make them talk it out or make them walk away. Right now this pirate group seem to think their only option is to pray on the flotilla. Another option is to find them a new home." She looks back out at the fleet, "More data is always preferable to less. A little recon will only aid in a positive, non-violent, outcome." She gives a nod to Diana to indicate to her agreement both in her support but also in the idea of going over there.
Kian	Without looking at Natasha, Kian remarks, "I'm definitely not in favor of termination of anyone without it being an absolute last resort.  I like the idea of getting close quietly to learn more before we make any decisions that can't be taken back later."     He glances at Donna.  "If we do send a fact-finding mission, I'll go on it.  If there are any telepaths among them, I may even be able to make contact in a non-threatening way.  Which seems to me a sensible way to open communications with them.  If I can't sense anything, we don't lose anything.  And if I can, and they're implacable... well, I don't know, but at least I can report back."     He doesn't look happy with that last possibility.  His assumption is that another telepath should be reasonable... but then, he has experience to the contrary, with The Gang That Couldn't Count Correctly.     Life away from his world is /complicated/.
Diana Prince	"The Justice League operates with transparency, and the blessing of many of Earth's governments." Diana responds. "they know us, and believe in what we are trying to provide to the people of our homeworld. these people, however, know nothing of us. We would instantly become enemies to even their own detractors, as people do not trust what they do not know. My wish for this, would simply be open a line of communication and attempt to establish a face to face diplomatic meeting. Their Admiral may have made poor choices of late, but they were given that rank, presumably due to earning it through a career of quality choices. It stands to reason, that they have the capacity to see benefit in good diplomacy, and helping them solve the ills that are plaguing them. They struck out at the flotilla, likely out of desperation to preserve what they have left... If we help them solve their problems, we can likely display that reason will always prevail." Diana draws in a breath then, and reaches a hand up to brush her hair aside from her face. She drops her eyes to the controls, and mutters once more. "Or, if we try to talk to them, and they shoot at us... then we just rush them, and force them to see reason." She says, gently shaking her head from right to left, as she adjusts the angle of vision on the enemy fleet. "I can dock with your ships, if any of you wish to board the Jet."
Cassie Sandsmark	"Stealth? Bleh." Of course, Cassie is traditionally a bit of a hot-head, so 'sneaky and delicate' isn't her primary mode of operation.. "Good odds the jet can sneak up on them, sure. But this is a bunch of unfamiliar aliens. How do we even deal with like..." She gestures back at herself, and makes the classic 'all this' gesture. "We got a bunch of holo-projectors in the trunk?" They very well might, knowing your average superheroes, but no one ever tells her this stuff ahead of time. "And even then, what about all the cultural details? What if they ask us who the alien equivalent of who Mickey Mouse's girlfriend is? Who plays 4th glorlop for the Adnoth League Quasars?" A World War II reference? ALMOST old enough for Diana to appreciate! She sighs. "Where's Miss Martian when you need her? Anyway, I still say duel the leader for command, but that probably requires finding them, so I guess we're doing this."
Donna Troy	"Stars go supernova and eject bodies at high velocities. Black holes collide and fling out debris at near relativistic speeds. Space is a dangerous place, and space is large. Things like that are just going to happen sometimes," Donna points out to Natasha. "And space is large. Somewhere in the galaxy there are people who's seen pretty much anything you can imagine. Keep in mind that the refugee fleet is made up of the survivors from dozens of worlds that have been destroyed or rendered uninhabitable over the last thousand years or so. This lot should be just one more example, but instead someone there seems to have noticed that they are a lot better armed than the rest and decided they can be top dogs."     Donna leans back, resting an elbow in the palm of her hand and pinching the bridge of her nose. "Look guys. We have one unarmed ship and two scout ships. They have a medium-sized fleet of battleships. Can we shelve the concept of /forcing/ them to see reason, unless we're planning to recruit a navy of our own.     Donna leaps to her feet again and paces restfully. "Okay, yeah. Di, bring the Jet alongside, and let's get closer. Essentially I think we've got two options. One is to hail them and try to negotiate, the other is to sneak on board, see if we can figure out something more, and take advantage of any opportunities that present themselves. Maybe we can sneak onto the bridge and challenge the admiral to a duel. Maybe if we get onto the bridge then suddenly it's no longer a navy versus three small ships and we /can/ use threats. My vote is for infiltration, because I see zero reason why negotiation would work. I'm pretty sure it has occurred to the crews of some of the many ships they've attacked to ask the pirates if they'd mind just /not/ and I don't honestly see we've got anything to offer them other than that. But let's get on the way at least."     Ship to ship transfer is done, and the Archeopian vessel left in a safe orbit. The crew approach the fleet under cover of the Lansinarian stealth capability, and again there are no signs the pirates have any way of detecting it. Eventually the jet is drifting right in the middle of the pirate fleet, unnoticed. But which is the flagship? There are two main contenders; the largest ship of the fleet, a fighter-carrier three times the size of any other ship is the obvious choice if these are the type of people who thing size is everything. On the other hand there are three destroyer-class ships that are the second largest ship class of the fleet, and one of them stands out by looking a little fancier than the others. It has a wider range of sensor arrays on the surface of the ship, and the central stripe running down the spine of the ship is gold, where the other two ships have a black stripe.     "Decision time," Donna says, leaning forwards to peer through the view ports. "If we hail them, we can't infiltrate afterwards because they will be on alert. On the other hand if we infiltrate and are spotted before we can become chief pirates by defeating the admiral in single combat, we're not going to be able to negotiate."     "Infiltrate," Taras votes. "Capture the leader. Force talks."     "Diana has more experience than any of us," Donna says. "I recommend infiltrate, but I'll go with Di's call."
Alura In-Ze	Alura rises up out of the captains chair and sets the ship to automated mode. She transfers command control over to her bracer and then walks to the airlock. A deep breath in and she floats out in to space. With a silent woosh she zips across the gap to Di's ride. A wave to her through the window, then she floats around to the airlock and enters. "It's one thing to have a conversation when one can punch and the other cannot. A totally different conversation when a third party is stopping the punches," she comments to Di as the group is still grappling with decision. "I highly doubt any of their weapons can penetrate my ships shields. If they take unkindly to conversation we will be safe. I've set my ship to automated mode and I can update its commands from here." "My vote is still for discussion. I see value in convincing them to act as security for the fleet instead of aggressors. Perhaps when they realise they are technologically outclassed they will be willing to talk."
Kian	"I like the quietest approach," Kian votes, giving Donna a grin.  "I'm sure that's no surprise."     Speaking of quiet, that's how the birdman is now.  His eyes are closed, concentrating on listening with his mind without broadcasting his presence.  At this range, he may be able to sense anyone else with an active mind. That's interspersed with reaching out with his /rhy'thar/, seeking the ship that is capable of delivering the most damage, on the assumption that's the one they should be most worried about.     I mean, he'd be worried about that.  In fact, he *is* worried about that.
Natasha Romanova	The look given to the Black Widow by Alura is returned dispassionately. "The chances for success at an assassination are very low given the circumstances. And without knowledge of psychology of the.. Other party, we cannot determine if it would yield preferred results. There are too many moving parts." Agreeing that it wasn't the best method to resolve things. Putting it off the table entirely?     Quite a different thing entirely.     "We need more information. Whether to strike or to parley." A light nod of her head in a gesture of deference.
Diana Prince	When everyone makes the transfer to the Jet, Diana has it shimmering in to invisible mode once more. The Jet's engines pulse to life, and the ship moves without a hint of vibration resonation from the engines propelling it. Diana spares a glance toward Cassie, showing her a small smirk, before she looks over her shoulder toward the others. "We should do both." She tells them as they fly undercover toward the armada ahead. "Alura. You can bring your ship in to visible range of theirs. You can link your ship's communication system to the Jet, and I will speak through it. We will see where the response is originating from, and thus know what ship the Admiral is on. I will fly us to that ship, and access it via either a ship entry bay, or a docking collar." She motions to these two types of entrance points on the holographic display between the Jet's two pilot chairs. "Our team can enter the flagship, make their way deeper within it toward where their command staff is, and I will do my best to make them see reason, while they believe I am aboard Alura's ship, safely at a distance so as not to threaten them. Should things go south..." She glances toward Cassie, then toward Kian and Donna. "Well, you will be aboard, and able to do as you see fit." She looks toward Nat then. "You are a stealth expert, yes?" She asks the Widow. "I would trust you could help the team delve deeper in to this alien flagship undetected?" She regards the viewport again, watching as the slip ever closer in to the personal space of the impressive starships. "Both, as laid out, seems the most wise to me."
Cassie Sandsmark	"I vote sneak-slash-storm the bridge," Cassie tosses in after Donna. "We waaaay overpower any of these people face to face, by such a margin it's kind of sad. But it's a lot harder -selling- that over a comm screen while we look like a bunch of puny aliens in a couple tiny ships versus a whole dang fleet. If we diplomacize, and they call our bluff, things escalate, and then, one thing leads to another someone's eye lasering a ship in half, someone else is throwing a moon, and things just get out of hand fast..." Although, since Alura seems set on just talking to them, she reconciles this in the fashion of many of her generation. With a meme. "Porque no los-" "Damnit Di you beat me to it." She's not top Wonder for nuthin'! "But yeah, that. Though I thought maybe Alura could talk to her, like as a distraction. And who knows. She's a legit space civilization lady. Maybe they know what a Kryptonian is and they all wet their space suits and surrender. Could work. If not?" She gestures as if to agree with 'all that other stuff' that comprises Di's plan. Well, except one thing. "Wait, you're not gonna come duel the guy? You gotta be Space Admiral Diana! That's how this works. Us just capturing the guy doesn't quite have the same 'oomph.'" She seems oddly invested in this part!
Donna Troy	"Okay," Donna says. "But we have to get inside the ship, and we don't have a teleporter with us. If we dock, they will have soldiers at the docking port straight away, and that makes secret infiltration impossible. We can look for an access panel or maintenance hatch, but there's a chance that as soon as we breach the hull in any way, there will be an alert, and that's going to mess up any negotiations fast. "     "We'll need to stay in constant communications even while you're on with the Admiral. Infiltration party will warn just before making an entry." Donna gets to her feet, pulls on her breather mask and checks her weapons before going to stand at the airlock door, obviously impatient to get on the way.     "Don't worry Cassie. If it comes to a duel, we can just claim to be Diana's champions. That way she still gets the Space Admiral Diana title. "     Taras gets up and stands next to Donna, staring straight forwards at the airlock door. "If there is a fight with the Admiral, leave him to me. I have fought these pirates more than any of you, I know them best. I am the rational choice."     "I think the person who doesn't have a million holes in their armor is the best choice, Taras."     Donna and Taras turn their heads and eye each other.
Alura In-Ze	Alura nods to Diana. She motions a hand over her bracers interface and her ship de-cloaks. A sparkling dot in the sky appearing out of no where. It's sure to get their attention. She puts the shields up just in case these people are a shoot first ask questions later type. With a motion she attempts to connect to the Lanteran ship and her eyes widen a moment as the ship seems to connect back to her bracer just as suddenly. "What kind of technology is this Diana?" This is the first time she's attempted to use the invisible jet's systems and it is responding much the way advanced Kryptonian interfaces used to back on Krypton. "It's...." She has to do half the work of usual to link the two communications systems, "....like the two ships know each other. Or understand each other. Very interesting." Alura looks back up as Taras and Donna start to argue about who should fight the admiral if it comes to that. "Perhaps I should do it. The odds they could come up with a way to harm me on the spot are next to nil." She smiles to Di, "Good luck in your negotiations. I hope they aren't utterly insane."
Kian	"That's... odd," Kian says, opening his eyes, although they're still unfocused.  "I don't sense any other actual telepaths, but I do sense other minds, like they're on their way to being telepaths but aren't there yet.  The potential of active minds rather than actually active minds."     He frowns, but more in puzzlement than displeasure.  "And a lot /fewer/ of those minds are on /that/ ship /there/," he adds, pointing out not the largest one, but one of the next size down, with a gold stripe rather than the black of the other two in the same class.  "What that means, I don't know, but it's interesting why that ship should be so different, mentally...."
Diana Prince	Diana stands up from her pilot's seat, showing Cassie a soft smile as she goes, along with a light pat to the young blonde woman's shoulder. She steps back in to the lounge section of the yacht-like ship, her eyes glancing toward Alura as the Kryptonian gets her part of the plan enacted via her linked bracer computer. "Lansinar was the first alien world I ever visited. Their cities are built from these morphing discs. It is the base foundation of technology that their entire society is built upon. When I saved their Princess from an assassination, they gifted this disc to me. It is nout bound to me... and well, it is a long story." She shows a slight grin, as she moves toward a specific place in the jet's interior, reaching for her blue and gold cloak, adorned with a pattern upon the outer blue layer that is styled as Eagle feathers. Once she has the cloak around her shoulders, she reaches for her golden Eagle helmet, and slips it on over her head. With the Jet flying on an AI-controlled vector that has it simply slowly weaving through the alien armada, Diana waits for the comm connection through Alura's ship. "Once we know where their Admiral is, we shall land upon that ship's hangar, if possible, or find another way inside, hopefully with cover as an option. Either hack their docking system, or find an alternative way inside..." From the ceiling of the Jet's interior, a light shines down upon the Princess, the light glinting off of her golden helmet, while shimmering against the blue and gold fabric of the cloak now adorned over her shoulders. "Lanis. Open a communication line, on all signals that you are picking up from these ships outside." She tells the AI of the Jet. When she gets a confirmation sound, she speaks again. "This is Diana Prince. Princess of the Amazons, leader of the Amazonian Star Guard fleet. I am here to speak to the Admiral of this fleet with an urgent request for a diplomatic meeting." her voice is soft, calm, and the light shining down upon her is key to the image of her presented form sent to the aliens aboard these mighty ships. It is good to put on your Sunday best, when trying to impress.
Cassie Sandsmark	"Lame," declares Cassie. "I mean yeah, dueling usually's got rules for champions..." Note, her source for all of this is 'her butt' and also 'Hollywood.' "...but it makes you look weak. Unless... could play the whole 'Space Admiral Diana doesn't even take out her sword for worms like you,' you have to defeat her lieutenants first' bit." She brings her hand up to her chin and considers this. "Yeah. That'd work, I think. Hypes her up." However, unlike Donna, she seems to consider Taras more seriously as an alternative when he volunteers. "You can be her squire. No, no. 'First blade.' So if they beat us, then they gotta beat you, then they gotta beat Di." However, just as much, she shakes her head at Alura volunteering. "Nah, there's a threshold. Any of us can put up on a show, a good hand-to-hand fight, totally own face... without resorting to eye lasers. If you just walk in and turn him into a pile of ash or do 'stop hitting yourself' you risk it not looking like a 'fair' duel. Then they rally against the outsider, blah blah blah. There's a careful balance to all this stuff." In the Hollywood scripts she's basing this off, let us remind the reader!
Donna Troy	Taras turns his head to stare at Cassie, red illuminated eyes shining blankly at her. He gives a slight metallic shrug, then turns away. Maybe his translator just didn't come up with the cultural context for the squire thing, or maybe the taciturn Spaceknight just decided a response wasn't worth the words.     "Psychic shielding maybe?" Donna suggests to Kian. "Or perhaps there's a different race on that ship. We know they've recruited some of their victims. Maybe that's a command and control ship, and they've had to fill out engineering positions with aliens."     Taras turns to consider Kian for a few moments, then nods towards him. "Wings will not aid you in the vacuum. If you are coming on the infiltration team, hold on to me. I will fly you across," he says.     "Unless they're magic-users, Alura," Donna says, drawing her sword and giving it a couple of practice slashes. "Or the admiral is a meta of some kind too and is an extremely skilled fighter. Make no assumptions."     Donna starts cycling the airlock, but the infiltration team is not even out into space before there's a response to Diana's message. The response comes in two parts. The first is several large ships moving to take up positions surrounding Alura's Kryptonian scout ship, the other is a direct hail: <<Our greetings in peace, Diana Prince of Amazonia. I am captain Urith of the Imperial Adnoth navy Assault Ship The Implacable. Unfortunately we have not heard of the Amazonian Star Guard. If you let me know what you wish to discuss with the Admiral I will pass a message up to him. In the meanwhile, please keep your weapon systems deactiva... one moment.>>     The line goes silent for a span of about thirty seconds, before the voice of Urith comes back on line, sounding a little surprised "I am instructed that the Admiral will be happy to speak to you. My apologies, though I have not heard of the Amazon Star Guard, apparently you are known to the higher-ups. You are being extended the great honor of a meeting aboard the flagship. Docking coordinates to follow.>>     Sure enough, the spoken message is followed by a flight path that leads to the gold-decorated destroyer.     "Are we sure we have the right fleet?" Donna says. "These seem like very polite pirates. We need to flip this around. Diplomatic team and infiltration team, but diplomatic team goes in first. Infiltration team becomes the reserve rescue team when this whole thing turns out to be a trap, which it will. "     "I concur," Taras says. "Diana Prince must lead the diplomatic team. Donna has the same accent, she will be most convincing as an aide. The psychic should go with them. I will lead the second team in case combat is required."     "No, I'm leading the second team," Donna says. "We discussed this already, Taras."     Taras stares at her, then treats her just as he had Cassie earlier, giving Donna a slight metallic shrug and turning away.
Alura In-Ze	Alura hmmms judgingly at Donna's mention of magic users. They are a most vexxing bunch it is true. She takes a step toward the airlock and then pauses when Diana gets a response. At the strange flip flop of expected attitudes she smirks, "I'll go with Diana. It'll be fine." "Though I'm curious how they've heard of the Amazon Star Guard. Let's just hope they aren't taking too keen an interest in my ship. We're going to need to board it before we dock otherwise it'll look extremely suspicious," she says with a chuckle. At the same time though she makes a mental note 'put a short range teleporter in the scout ship'. It was mentioned and gosh it would be helpful from time to time. First she'll have to invent one though. May be there's something in the old Kryptonian archives she can work off.
Kian	Kian blinks, and jumps like he's been poked when he finds himself volunteered to go with the diplomatic corps... but on reflection, that's really probably for the best.     "I can't say if there's mental shielding.  It just feels like there are fewer of the semi-active minds on that ship than on the others.  There's no real way of knowing without going to see, I suppose."     With that, he smooths his kilt, straightens his sleeveless shirt, and re-ties his hair back somewhat more neatly.  He may as well represent his people well.     And then he looks up at Donna.  "The next time we visit my world, remind me to bring back one of *our* space suits."
Diana Prince	Diana's demeanor changes enough while on-call with these people, that those who know her well will know that she's deliberately playing up a side of her persona, a bit more of a commanding, if not outright sultry side. She lowers her chin ever so slightly and shows a very faint smile to the Captain when he relays that the Admiral will indeed see them. "This is good news, Captain. I thank you for hearing our request, and seeing it through. We shall proceed toward your ship's designated landing zone." With that, the light fades out over Diana, and she turns to look to the others. "Alura, fly your ship alongside us, we can transfer to it, and dock aboard it. The Jet will come in above it, and linger silently there, just in case..." Diana steps over to Taras, and places a hand upon his shoulder. "All suggestions, are always welcome." She tells him, offering him a soft smile before she looks to the others. "Prepare what you need. Stick close, and rely upon one another. Perhaps this will go better than we have been lead to believe." Diana moves toward her gear, gathering up a javelin, her sword, and the lasso, all of which are afixed to their proper places upon her form. When Alura's ship is in place, she will motion for the others to make the transfer. "The dance of ever evolving plans." She tells them with a small smirk. To Cassie, Diana holds the smirk. "Fight well for me, your future Admiral." Ever the Wonder Jokester.
Cassie Sandsmark	The arguments abvout who lead what teams are the sort that go over Cassie's head. Also the ship docking nonsense! It's very technical and definitely not interesting at all. She IS invested in Space Admiral Diana, sure, but she's already envisioned a kind of anime-esque tournament structure of multiple opponents serving under said mighty Admiral to-be, so it doesn't really matter who's in charge. They're all disciples of the soon-to-be Warlord of Space. Going to grab her own stuff, she tosses Diana a jaunty salute. "You know it!" Armor bits get checked, golden rope coiled and stowed, all that good stuff, not that there's much chance of any of it being out of sorts. And yet, when she turns back... "Wait they're meeting our party directly... and also we're sneaking on? How do we know the dude won't meet her directly? Oh but then I guess they DO get to fight..." So really, it's a win win for her, no matter what happens. "Let's do this!"
Donna Troy	So it's decided. Alura, Diana and Kian cross over to the Kryptonian ship, then follow the programmed flight path to the gold-lined destroyer, where lights along the side of the vessel guide them towards a waiting docking ring. A short extendable corridor stretches between the airlock and the ship itself, and as the Kryptonian ship approaches to dock, five figures can be seen waiting the arrival within -- four smart-looking guards standing to attention, and someone with a smarter uniform standing unarmed in front, arms clasped together behind his back, his blue-skinned face looking distinctly more lined with age than others of the Adnoth seen so far.     Once the infiltration team are suited up (at least in Natasha's case!) to Donna's satisfaction, she steers the invisible jet to within a couple of hundred feet of the same destroyer, then checks comms to make sure everyone's on the circuit. <<Okay. We're landing on the surface of the ship, and looking for an entry point. We know Widow's hacking gear isn't going to cut it, so look for manual entries. When we identify a likely target, we wait on the diplomats before entering. If they get attacked, we can just smash our way in. If we are spotted before hand, get back to the jet and we'll come up with a different plan. Got it? Oh Widow, I'll take you over. Reserve your maneuvering thrusters for if you need them later. Let's go.>>     On the trip through the vacuum to land on the ship's surface, Donna sends another message to the other team. <<On the way. Will message when entry point located. Keep your comms open.>>     When the diplomatic party exits the airlock of the Kryptonian ship, the older Adnothian in the fancy uniform salutes them. "My greetings, ambassadors. Captain Pinoth, here to escort you to the bridge to see the fleet Admiral. If you will follow me..."     There's a curious thing. While the captain is another of the blue-skinned Adnothians as expected, all four of the guards are some other species, with dark pink skin and yellow compound eyes. They file into a line and the captain gestures his vistors forwards before leading the way into the belly of the ship.
Alura In-Ze	Alura steps out of her ship with Diana and Kian. She motions over her bracer and the doorway seals itself behind. Her eyes look over the honour guard that has met them at the precipice. She gives a hand across the chest greeting to the Captain of the vessel. While part of her is filled with hope that they are exactly what they seem - another part of her is nagging at her in the back of her head. Their planet was destroyed and they are victims of circumstance. But what kind of people were they before they lost it all. What if they're followed traditions that predate their exile to a life of space piracy. What if that is who they are. A finger hovers over a floating vertical column of Kryptonian glyphs. They read /liguhshehd/. She is not filled with endless optimism like her nephew Kal-El. She taps her index finger through the glyph and the ship changes mode. She has activated Protection. With a small smile and a curt nod, she follows the Captain to meet their admiral.