[center][b]Admiral Pantera Faye[/b][/center]

The Admiral crossed her arms, gently pacing the ship's bridge as the Jedi called Greggory spoke. It took her an awkward moment to reply, pondering to herself rather than consulting with anyone else on making her decision. So as to break the presumed awkward silence, she spoke.

"We will meet on my vessel. You have permission to dock your squadron on my bay. Come cleanly, unarmed and peacefully." 

"Magellan, patch me through to hanger 3." "Channel is open, Admiral." "Lieutenant Sharon, prepare the Hangar for usage. Three visitors coming in on yellow alert."

"Understood, Admiral. Why--"  "Now, Liuetenant."  "Y-yes, Admiral!" 

Faye turned around, brushing her dyed bangs. "Captain Dean, take this lovely fireteam of Spartans to Hangar 3. Take more marines with you if you wish. Secure the Hangar, and escort our guests to Mess Hall 2 upon arrival. I trust you'll know how to handle their arrival, be it heated or not. For the sake of my sanity, please try to keep them alive if things go south. Savaymin, follow Captain Dean."

The Admiral turned once more, pacing her bridge as she usually did. She briefly stopped past the glass window, focusing her gaze on the Jedi fleet. She hoped they knew what was best of them and came into her vessel without question, she wasn't a woman of patience after all. 

"Has anyone finished a scan on their vessels yet?!"