Rukan Raspyak

The messages relayed from one Pulizi scout to another, sending it along through subspace canisters. Within a matter of days, the message was relayed to the Senators of the Republican Council. The floor was alive with debate and discussion. The fall of the mighty Pan-Galactic Republic had been known for at least a week and a half, and now the Treata Galactica was being questioned.

"This is preposterous!" Senator Outrak, one of the newer arrivals to the Senator floor, was reading the message for the fifth time that morning. "They can't expect to fight anything within Prime. They've gone mad!"

"Mad? I think not. The Republic is an ally, a defender of the galaxy itself!" Senator Tyakii, an older gentlemen renown for his ability to manipulate bills in his favor, proclaimed in reply. "To go against the very friendship we have established would destroy the trade link we have created! Billions will be lost!"

"The Treaty! It forbids us!" another Senator chimes in, "We cannot intervene!"

"The Treaty is null!" yet another asserted.

The squabbling ensued, until the Dydrek stood and silence overcame the floor. His stature was law, and his composure held the weight of all of the Federation with dignity and pride. He stood a moment, allowing the air to settle.

"The Treata Galactica has existed for nearly a millennium," the Dydrek began, his gaze shifting over each Senator within the assembly, "and with it, this Galaxy has seen peace and prosperity. The Republic has protected our interests, defended our home, and helped us in more ways than can be recorded on the Pulizi'Oranii. They gave a dying federation new life, and in return, we gave them ventures and promises." He paused a moment, reasserting his composure.
"I call from this council a vote. A vote, not on petty politics or monetary loss and gain, but on morality. Do we, as a civilization that understands hardship and sacrifice, leave our protector to be unprotected? Or do we return our millennium old agreement? Do we help the Republic?

Open now, a vote of Mercenary Loan."

The voting opened, yet the floor remained silent. It was but a moment, however, that the votes were collected and tallied.

---

Three days later, two Battle Fleets had been awoken and sent through subspace towards the jump gate connecting Prime and Dux. Battleships, Carriers, Battle Cruisers, Destroyers, and a cascade of support ships: 128 warships in total. Not a single Pulsarii was on board. The task of assisting one of the most powerful empires in the history of the universe was to be carried out by the Pulizi.

The trip to the gate took days, but the fleets dropped out of subspace within range of the gate. The structure was substantial, a hole in the fabricate of subspace itself, and the fleets could easily fit inside together, though the Republic strongly recommended only one ship at a time.

Fleet_Admiral_Osirus
>System.check.specifications::nominal
>Message.send[@fleet_Gamma:All_Ships;Fleet_Theta:All_Ships]
«Jump.Prepare::Initialize»
>Message.status::Sending
>...
>Message.status::Sent

The fleets prepared their ships for warp through the gate, and one by one they each found themselves to the other side instantaneously, then, through another gate into Prime. With all ships on the other side, now they set course for Furnaz, a 240 day travel under good subspace weather.