H-5; The Hallo'Wai System

As the drop ship came to a hover and set down, its collision lights would flicker off and the gear would drop down. The cabin would depressurise and the rear cargo door drop down, looking in, the Kal's would see around ten armed soldiers, quite bulky in their suits due to the layers of armour. Near the front of the hull, next to the entrance from the cargo cabin to the cockpit, was a compact collection of metal one soldier climbing into it as the ramp descended. Even with the military presence, the first off the drop ship would be one of the few on the ship who wasn't armed in some way. Obviously an official with the military, medals pinned to his chest, as if an ode to the presentation seen in armies hundreds of years prior. He came forward in a dress uniform, clean cut and tailored to fit him perfectly, a rebreather over his mouth, complete with a greatcoat. As he furthered his distance from the drop ship the escorts would trickle out to follow him, only two soldiers to the table and the rest setting a perimeter around the landed craft, denying anyone coming within fifteen feet of it. Soon after the movement of servos and the heavy clanging of metal hitting metal, a heavy combat exoskeleton would saunter out of the cargo hold and make it's way to the table. Standing at the least fifteen foot, it was insurance if the Kal's attempted anything. Once it was in place, the in armoured officer would approach the table and speak.

"I am Matthew Levine, Oberleiter of the flotilla Leonis' Pride's ambassadorial attachment, I formally held the rank of Captain within the Coalitions navy. I will be representing the Coalition of Cleansed Territories in these talks. I first, would like to ask, how should I address your peoples?".

Through the rebreather, it would be translated to a robotic Alarei speak. The coalitions limited knowledge of alien races limiting to simple the Alarei's full alphabet and language.

The Coalition envoy perked up once he realized through the accent, that the Kal'Bavakorian spoke English, it shot into his head how they'd come across the language, perhaps humans were present on the planet? Or was it something far more sinister. Levine looked over his left shoulder to the mech, he'd always argued that it would rarely make the coalition look good to bring a mobile heavy weapons platform, but he couldn't argue with doctrine. The hulking mass of armour and weapons turned back to the drop ship, reverting back to it's old state, it's pilot waiting by the entrance to the ships cargo hold, overlooking the talks. Levine stepped forward to the table and observed the goods present upon it, removing a part of his mask, he'd speak again, this time in English, accented by his Scandinavian upbringing but easy enough to understand.

"Apologies, we've always been informed to start talks in the old language of the Alarei. As I had said before, I am Oberleiter Levine, representative of the Coalition of Cleansed Territories, assigned to the flotilla; Leonis' Pride. It's my honor to be the first of my people to address yours.".

The soldiers surrounding the drop ship came off alert, letting their weapons dangle from their chest rigs and conversing between eachother, of course anyone coming close would be stopped and asked their business.
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D.K.M. Munich, Officers Dining Center.

The large dining hall of the Munich, equipped to seat the many officers of the craft was relatively empty for today's session. Seating only the three Captains of the flotilla, every other member of the ambassadorial detachment except for Levine, the Field Marshall of the combined ground forces on the flotilla and of course the delegate assigned to report to Holbach himself. The group was debating whether or not ground forces were needed planet-side as quickly as possible, regardless of how it defied diplomatic movements, or if they should proceed peacefully and attempt at making good relations with the new race. Field Marshall Olson was the first to speak.

"We can't forget what happened at Okri, if it happens again we will be forced into another era of isolationism after the destruction of this planets infrastructure. But if we learn from those mistakes and have ship killers dotted around the planet as soon as we can, we will hold the better cards should a naval force arrive, of which we can only assume is already on it's way.".

Most of the room murmured in agreement, Captain von Döbeln and the ambassadors disagreeing with the jingoistic view shared by the Field Marshall and the other captains. The delegate sat quietly, recording what was being said. Von Döbeln raised, addressing the room once more.

"From the reports on the ground, we've been greeted with great hospitality by the so called 'Kal'Bavakorians'. Even if they do change their minds, Munich and Essen are more than well-equipped to combat most incoming craft and Gothenburg will be able to fulfill the doctrine.".

The Field Marshall shook his head, he was not sold by the idea of a diplomatic approach, but if he continued to argue his point Döbeln would simply pull rank and the operation would go ahead ignoring the pleas of the Marshall and the other two Captains, the delegate had already sided with Döbeln which meant Holbach had sided with the diplomatic route.

"Marshall, I know the idea of leaving it to chance is not ideal to you and we all understand what Okri took from you and why you would combat this idea. But this is the one chance we have to make an ally close to home and we have to do what we can to secure them as one.".

Döbeln sat down with that last statement, he looked between the ambassadors and the delegate.

"Meeting dismissed, I'll have the ship killers prepped and loaded into Type 2's with full combat load outs and escorts. Hangars four and six onboard Gothenburg will move every other asset into adjourning hangars or storage so the trucks can stay on standby.".

With that, von Döbeln got up and made his way back to the bridge, leaving the rest of the officers to find their way back to their respective rooms or transports.

Hallo'Wai Systems.
Alliance/Coalition talks.

Levine looked across the table, weeks of Coalition rationing had left him with a appetite yearning more. He seemingly checked his watch, then with one last breath, removed the respirator from his mouth. Taking his first few breaths, followed by a minor coughing fit as he sat, the byproduct of years of 'relief packets', glorified cartons of cigarettes, anti-stress drugs and protein bars. He retrieved one of the cartons from his pocket, turning the packet over to make sure of its contents. He'd look up at the Kal envoy, placing one of the 'relievers' in his mouth.

"Do not fret, what you have prepared for us are more than enough for soldiers on the march! I hope that enjoying one of these would not be a insult to our very gracious and beautiful surroundings.".

Considering no one combated the idea, he would slip a patch onto his index finger and thumb and snap his fingers, the patch on his index acting like a thin match, burning out in just enough time for him to light the end of the reliever. Dragging on it quickly, and holding the carton behind him for one of the security detail to collect, not before offering it to the envoys. He'd remove the shawl from his uniform and look over the food once more.

"So, obviously from your grasping of our language you have already made contact with humanity. I hope they were as hospitable as you have been to us, and if not I personally thank you for not classing us the same as perhaps our more... jingoistic brethren.".

He would look over the selections on the table. Of course never encountering any of it before, his curiosity stirring.

"So, what would you suggest I try?"

The rest of the group, security and crewmen alike, would stay standing by the drop ship, not joining the envoy. Whether it was because they thought it was solely for him to enjoy or just out of not being called to join, it wasn't known.
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D.K.M. Gothenburg.

Hangars four and six were abuzz, as fighter munitions were moved out alongside tank rounds, rifles and landmines to the storage modules behind the hangars. The only things meant to be in the hangar were the Type 2 drop ships and their cargo loads, Type 32 Mobile Anti-Orbital Systems. Essentially stubby rail guns mounted onto 16x16 truck beds, launching MIRV's into the upper atmosphere, where they were free to engage naval targets orbiting. Key to Coalition doctrine, Field Marshall Olson had organized for double the average number to be brought on the maiden voyage into restricted space. He'd seen what happened on Okri and refused to have another situation like that on his hands, so combat doctrine had all its assets increased and some of the most drilled units attached to Gothenburg. Should push come to shove, the Coalition was ready to move into action and secure the planet to give them the upper-hand in any diplomatic talks. But that all depended on how the Kals acted.