[h2]Fal, Home world of the Liberated Fal Empire[/h2]

The personal yacht dropped out of hyperspace at the edge of the Fal system and was immediately bombarded with communications trying to figure out what the purpose of the ship was. The two pilots scrambled to respond to all the signals in a timely manner before weapons were turned on the smaller craft. Both humans breathed a sigh of relief as the last signal was sent out and they were given the green light to move farther into the system flanked by an escort of five fighters. "Attention passengers. We will be arriving at Fal within the hour. Please sit back and enjoy your ride."

The yacht lowered its thrust emission as it drifted through space toward the glittering gem that was the center of the Fal Empire. Fal was a planet twice the size of earth and was 93% covered with water with the only land above water being small island chains and collapsed volcanic atolls. The water was a bright blue hue with hints of green mixed in as well as purple in some areas showing some unique parts of the planet. Most of the major cities on the planet were buried underneath the surface of the water with only a few spires reaching above the waves with large floating platforms for shuttles to land and off load their passengers. As you move farther into the atmosphere there are high orbit shipyards along with planetary defensive fortresses. In the system, there was always no less than four naval fleets at any given time complimented by a large force of ground units stationed on one of Fal's moons and several asteroid bases.

Eventually the shuttle touched down on a massive platform with seven other yachts and while the pilots ran a shut down sequence on the ship, the doors to the passenger quarters opened up to fill the cabin in the smell of salt air. "Attention all diplomats. Welcome to Mekar Ou, capital of Fal and location of the Throne of the Fal Empire. Enjoy your stay and hope to be flying with you again soon."

Out of the yacht stepped an assortment of aliens with the majority of the diplomats being from the human race. These people were clones that would soon become diplomats of the Liberated Fal Empire and sent to discuss terms with other nations for possible business. First though, these men and women needed to be sent off officially by the government in person and even the King himself. The group headed toward a spire at the end of the platform which looked large enough to house a battleship inside though it was the only official government building that was above the surface of the water. 

They were instructed to take a seat in a large room around a table in the middle that was in the shape of a semicircle. As the last of the diplomats took his seat a hologram projector fired up and showed a Falianth in purple robes that seemed to be suspended around him showing that he was somewhere underwater. 

"Welcome all of you to Mekar Ou, our King was not able to meet with you today as he is dealing with other matters at the moment. I'm sure you were all briefed on the shuttle over here, but I will drill this mission into your skulls. You are to go to your assigned Empires and be our mouths so that we may get a foot hold in this galaxy. Your goal is to offer military and labor forces for sale as well as secure trade routes for us. If you understand this than you are dismissed."

Without another word the projector shut off and the small group of different species took their leave from the table. Once back on the platform, each group of diplomats was directed to a different yacht which would take them to their respective Empires. These nations were the Musashi Empire, Second Terran Imperium, Alorian Empire, the Hexanagallions, as well as the Sovereign Star Confederation.

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[h2]2 miles under Mekar Ou[/h2]

At the lowest point of the sprawling city that was Mekar Ou the gem of the Fal empire. The coral covered palace of the Immortal King positioned on top of a thermal vent that kept the whole place warm in the cold water. In the heart of this palace was a large room built as a bomb proof shelter that doubled as the King's throne room. A single Falianth sat on the throne with deep red robes flowing around him as two men entered the chamber and bowed toward the King.

"Your Majesty. Our sensor outposts have picked up a large fleet heading toward the Degalian system. In the system we have the Third Expeditionary Force and Second Clone Fleet, but both fleets are in the process of resupply and repair. I recommend we send Admiral Krac's fleet as an additional deterrent force just as an added precaution."

Rac Trac'Nor nodded and waved his hand to dismiss the Falianth who left the room send the fleet off. He than turned his attention to the other person that was still bowing until he was given attention. "What do you have to report?"

"It would appear that the Gashathi have returned to the galaxy and the Mekar have returned with them. What do you wish that we do?"

Rac stroked two of his facial tendrils as he thought for a moment on what this revelation could imply. "Keep this information out of the general public as much as possible. We don't need the rebels using this to cause more separation between the people. Gather a group of Falianth emissaries and send it to the Gashathi known space and try to build relations." The assistant bowed again to the King before leaving the room to gather the requested group.