The Secretary General bangs his little hammer on the table.
"Order, order! There are urgent matters that need to be dealt with!"The delegates reluctantly stop staring at the boobs and guns on their monitors.
"An strange sub-etha-signal was picked up a few hours ago by several A.N.U.S. ships. Its origin seems to be a point in deep space, nowhere near any star systems... but located within the neutral A.N.U.S. Assembly region of space. It seems to be an encrypted communications signal, broadcast in all directions. This is no emergency on its own..."
"...but this picture was taken by an A.N.U.S. probe shortly afterwards. These ships are part of Vergilius Raskolnikov's spacefleet; the battleship has been identified as the Weltschmerz
, Raskolnikov's flagship. They were heading directly for the signal's point of origin."
"Well we have a delegate from Raskolnikov here. Why are you sending warships into neutral territory?"
"All hail the Great Leader Vergilius Raskolnikov!"
"That's your answer for everything..."
"I suggest we send an A.N.U.S. diplomacy fleet, to investigate the signal and interce - I mean rendezvous with Raskolnikov. All in favour?"
(OOC: DO IT HANDSOME DEVILS. It will be awesome.)
Remus: Harry... I'm a werewolf.
Harry: Are you fucking serious?
Remus: Well yes, but I don't see how that applies here.