The issued travel bans certainly were a nuisance to some, but most of their worries paled in comparison to that of General Creft and his entourage. The group consisted of four exoframe clad Scroungers, namely Creft himself, his sister Captain Vropda and two of the general's bodyguards, with the addition of the the blue skinned fleet head medic who had asked to join on the first diplomatic mission in ages. Problem was, they had not exactly got to negotiate anything yet, given the special circumstances and now they couldn't even head home to [i]Universal Nova[/i] to wait for a better time.

"Ishol f'akh arrann!" Creft swore loudly, as the staff of flight centre refused to allow them access to their own vessel. As much as the general wanted to argue that they were not under their jurisdiction as diplomats from another civilisation, ACASIAS had reminded him that as long as they had not yet had their first meeting this "UFP" or whatever they called themselves would not recognise Ragnarov Fleet as a sovereign entity and thus his status as a diplomat would be null and void.

"I do believe we are stuck for the time being", the General stated the obvious. "What a way to make a first impression." He was truly disappointed in how the situation had been handled. While an attack by unknown forces was a state of emergency, Ragnarov Fleet had never had to resort to shenanigans such as stopping all traffic. Couldn't they just use their scanners to check the signature of each ship and shoot down those with invalid ones? Or were they too lazy to keep a consistent log?

"Well, since we will be here for a while anyway, could as well get back to where diplomats are received. No use wasting our time by mingling with the common folk", he finally suggested, sending his exoframe on a mission to move him back to the place from whence he had already returned. Third time on the same path might well be the charm.