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[color=salmon][b][u]Hostel System, Orbital Docks[/u][/b][/color]
The FC-XO took a step forward, his emoticon screen flashing into anger at what he considered an insult. Stehlruh das [i]Cyrus[/i] stuck an arm out before the FCXO could do anything, and held him back as the Hocklyn fumed. Instead, the Ship Commander looked at the "Queen", and spoke, his translator talking over his now-soft voice. 

"Well, if we are [i]mere breeders[/i], then I suppose breeders fight a great deal better than you and yours, since we still have a fleet. No offense intended, of course, but you should learn to be more diplomatic, even if it is not your job, or nature. Although, you are a Queen, and any decent leader knows that, while commanding respect is key, ruling by fear and with absolute power can have negative consequences. We don't know anything of mana, and we do not appreciate your wonderings about how effective we'd be used as batteries."

"Now, if you are finished insulting us, please follow us. And leave all but one of your guard behind. Your heir may come, besides the guard and yourself. Distinguished as your warriors may be, we will refuse to deal with you trying to outnumber our current numbers. We will treat you as equals for as long as you treat us as so. And, if I hear correctly, you are in no position to bargain, with you being the last of your empire or kingdom, while we were not quite as foolish to lose ourselves. Now, if you would, send your men back to your shuttle of a ship."

The Hocklyn Ship Commander smiled, and shoved the silent FCXO back, speaking over a private, encrypted channel, "You are a representative for the Fleet Commander, but you are not the agreed-upon diplomat. Calm down or I'll send you back!" 

The three Hocklyns did, perhaps, the biggest insult- they turned their backs on the warriors of Spearo, and walked back down the hall, clearly expecting only three to follow. And, based on the barely visible shimmering present every section of the hallway, there were several lays of environmental and kinetic shields throughout, preventing any sort of hostile response.

With the left side of the alien ship docked with the station, and a torpedo destroyer on the right side, with explosives planted across the alien ship's hull, they were well and truly out of luck, and with no bargaining chips. If they wanted to take the ship, they probably could- more likely, if they wanted to just blow them up, they could. 

Just in case, though, airlocks shut behind the group of six- three Hocklyns, three aliens- thoroughly preventing a self-destruct from critically damaging the station, and the destroyer backed off a little bit.