The planet Ganath was a miserable one indeed.
Nearly impossible to find, let alone approach, it was the perfect hiding spot for a paranoid, xenophobic people. Were it not already occupied the Cree'Ar would take a long look at it's inaccessibility as a means of planetary defense.
It was occupied, of course, by the mysterious and powerful Black Dragon Empire; technologically an impressive race considering the current state of advancement in this galaxy. Looking at them the Cree'Ar realized that they would put up quite a fight, although when the time came, they too would fall before the divinity and take their place as servants of the Dominion.
All that was a matter for a different time. At present, the issue at hand was a deal to be struck between arguably the two technologically superior races of this galaxy.
The Dameun people had been experimenting with a technology they referred to as a ReMAT. A remote mind-altering transmitter. The Cree'Ar had detected signals emanating from the planet Ganath and inquiries had been made regarding what said signals were. It appeared they were microradiowaves, of a sort, an interesting form of communicative signal. More important however was the notation that using said waves appeared to have a suggestive effect on the conquered people, and likely, on all people. It was proposed, discreetly, that the Cree’Ar may arrive and open discussions regarding possibly acquiring such technology.
Now, they arrived.
The Arbiter emerged first, exiting it’s artificially created wormhole and entering the radioactive cloud surrounding the world. It suffered little; the cloud disrupted not it’s engines, gravitic based as they were, and did not interfere with it’s unique power systems. Alive, it did not close the conduit, and instead allowed the rest of the fleet to emerge.
The Sep'Ta'd'Aark was first, flanked behind by the Sep'Ta'd'Porl'a'Mor, and the Sep'Ta'd'Dina'a'Dar. All three ships immediately slowed almost to a halt. They had no shields to raise or visibly active weapons. They meant to pose no threat; regardless, had they not been expected they might have been seen as intimidating. They may, even being expected, seem as such.
“Zeratul, you are sure they are expecting us?”
Zeratul looked to Kal Shora meekly.
“Not sure. Chang, the ta's's'ador, said he could not openly negotiate with the leaders of the world because he did not know them, and he was under deep cover at the time. He said however that it was safe for us to come here.”
Kal Shora sighed, frustrated.
“He is a yat'a'leg'a'lora. Can we trust him?”
”He has had opportunity to betray us before, and has not done so, Elder.”
Kal Shora nodded.
“Very well. It is too late now to turn back; however, close the conduit so are we lost, we are all.”
Zeratul nodded, and the conduit behind the ships closed. They hung in space, waiting, for the Black Dragon Empire to open either the negotiations, or the fight.
