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Even as the Goa'Uld responded to Xel'Rath's unexpected invasion of their territory, a small escort-class vessel carrying Imperial diplomats slowly made it's way over the border. They had of course lowered their shields for the extensive scanning procedure which the Goa'Uld would no doubt require before allowing a potential enemy into their lands, and it had been revealed that the ship indeed carried no weapons, other than a few small personal weapons on board. There were 20 people on board the vessel, three of whom were Space Marines, and 17 of whom were either normal humans, or servitors. The ship itself was a mere 200 meters long, a tiny Firestorm-class Escort stripped of it's weapons and re-purposed for diplomatic missions. The lack of weapons allowed it to pump more power into the shields and flight capability, but it was still far from impressive, and wouldn't hold out long against the armaments of a Goa'Uld battleship.

Luitenant Abrams stood silently on the bridge, his mottled green and yellow armour marking him as a member of the Salamanders, the main ground troops of the Imperium of Man. He had come here to negotiate with the Goa'Uld. The Imperium didn't have the manpower to guard the coast and their rear at the same time, and neither did the Goa'Uld. Their only hope was to work together against the Tyranid, a fact which he hoped did not escape the Goa'Uld. The question was simply whether their caution would overcome their pride. If not, it was possible he would never make it back to the Imperium, used as an example by an alien race and sparking a war that would doom them all.

Upon being hailed by the Goa'Uld, the ship identified itself and it's purpose. "We come as representatives of the New Imperium, in order to discuss possible cooperation for the duration of the Tyranid invasion." Standing stock still, Abrams stared into the communications relay, which would project a 3D hologram of himself into the Goa'Uld ship (assuming they didn't interfere with the signal). Like all Astartes of the Salamanders, he possessed jet black skin and glowing red eyes, a demonic visage that masked their generally amicable nature. "We request to meet with your leader, or a qualified representative of the Goa'Uld empire, in order to discuss these matters." And now it was just a matter of waiting for the return, coming either in the form of a broadcast, or a missile. Regardless, Abrams had sworn to uphold the law of the Imperium when he had first been initiated into the Salamanders, and it was not an oath he was willing to break for something as small as sens of self-preservation.