[b]Coast of South Africa[/b]
"Sir, fighter craft overhead!" Called out the officer on the radar of the [i]Perseverance[/i].

"Of course it isn't America! When we decide to be hostile, it isn't our enemy! Lower and deactivate laser weapons! All ships, activate plasma shields!"

Each individual ship was engulfed in a half-sphere of plasma, the glowing blue glow obscuring the vessels and lighting the night. Despite being nothing more than a defense mechanism, the shields were intimidating, displaying technological superiority and appearing impenetrable. It would take a lot of firepower to get through them, However, the Antarctic Union wasn't interested in fighting, and the lead ship transmitted a message to the fighters, knowing they would likely relay it back to their HQ.

"This is the Antarctic Union Ship [i]Perseverance[/i]. We apologize for our incursion. We have no quarrel with any Commonwealth, only America. I take the fact that you have not yet raised shields as a peace request, which I will answer by saying that as long as you do not fire on us, we will not fire on you. We do ask that you give us directions to American territory, we were sent out here to locate them."