Ghes turned, "They're powering shields and weapons, the cruisers are moving into some form of defensive formation." The [i]cruisers[/i]. Ships that had been simple freighters, then later used by the Empire as carriers. These were what Tiberius decided to defend his homeworld with. Too busy trying ot protect the entire galaxy that his homeworld was put at risk because off it. "Cancel that, they're powering down. [i]Requesting[/i] that we match their course to dock with the station." Ghes snorted, "Really? Dock with the station?""That is what the order says.""These aruetii do not understand tactics... however we will let them give us the advantage if things decide to take a turn for the worse.""Yes Manda'lor.""Match course, have three super commandos meet me at the necessary docking collar." He stood up and walked from the bridge, the next in charge taking the seat as he did so.

Walking through the corridors eventually three other Mandalorians joined him, two in blue armour with red outlines and the other in an older green and red combination similar to that off Boba Fett. He stood at the other side of the airlock, hearing the "Thud" as the poorly fitting docking collar attached, and then a slight hiss as it pressurized. Not that they needed it too, any Mandalorian in the local vicinity all had their helmets on and their suits were pressurized. He walked out of the hatch facing the DFT contingent, their weapons neither at rest or drawn. Somewhere between the two in a stage of readiness, in contrast all of the Mandalorians had their weapons holstered. Yet no-one was under the impression that if trouble started that they'd stay there for long.

"So, where is Tiberius?"