A few kilometres off the coast of Heytong
It's a well lit-up room. There are pictures of some major Tyreian personalities and a map of Tyreis and Pythia hung on the wall. A Senior Tyreian Military officer is signing some paper work at his work desk when a junior privatee arrives with some news.
"Sire ! We have an update."
"Yes Jeree* ?"
"A contingent of Bahían vessels has arrived and have communicated with the Transmissions Conductor. They say we're all ready to accommodate them so, should we allow them to dock ?"
"Yes please do. We had anticipated them to arrive early, was there any problem in the voyage ?"
"The Bahíans have reported that a lot of their crew has been uhmm (the Junior produces a paper from his pocket) 'Many crew fell overboard in the unexpectedly rough seas, as always recovery is impossible, though any Borg placed on a boat knows the risk of being embraced by the depths.'"
"How horrible is the situation ?"
"34 Fullborgs fell overboard on the journey, though the latter 4 were thrown overboard for trying to raise a mutiny. While some have suffered damage from alarmingly fast rusting."
".... We'll deal with this matter later. I think we can offer them some metal transplant surgeries to replace their iron parts with riñ or steel parts, what do you think ?"
"Sure sire we could."
"Huff.. ok go and communicate the message to the dock officers in the harbour and to the Fullborgs." The command said, worried about the situation. This was not how he wished the meeting to start...
A few minutes latter
"Sire, the captain of their fleet is arriving for negotiations."
"Jolly ! Let's get going to greet them."
His voice was confident but he was still worrying about the latter issue. He hoped that at least the actual negotiations would go well...
*Jeree is supposed to be pronounced as /jery/
