Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160120005043/@comment-5543592-20160131201911

"Why?" Carter asked, moving to select what weapon he wanted.

As Aleksandra's rocket glided into the Trotsky hanger, the Quetzel came into view.

"Admiral!" Brody heard the operator continue, "Two Potemkin class starships are coming into view- its the Trotsky and the Stalin

"What?" The Admiral responded, furious, and Brody heard quick foot steps to the viewscreen. "How did they get past our scanners!? Scramble fighters, get-"

Then, everyone onboard all three battleships, heard one voicr ring throughout the comm systems of each ship.

"This Admiral Zekoff, of the Sovkosmos fleet!" The speaker boomed, voice crackling with static. "I demand a parlay with the Quetzel- or I will respond with force!"

Eden set eyes Chairman Gray sitting alone at the far end of a long table. His name described him so well that one would think it was fake- he had squarish, plain features, pale skin, close-cropped gray hair, and wore blocky glasses. He seemed very tired as well.

"Please," He spoke to Eden in a bored voice, and gestured to a chair a few feet to his left. The only other chair in the room aside from his own. "Sit."