The Lines of Hyperspace blurred back into the normal stars as General Pellinore of the NRDF lay sleeping in the seat of his Star Courier, now painted with Diplomatic markings, his alarm clock sounding "It is 2pm Mandalorian Time General, It is time to wake up." the computer began to automatically push the chair up into the sitting position "Bugroff.." he said shaking his head, hung over, as usual. The planet Mandalore hung in front of them like a glowing disk.

Next to him sat Lieutenant "Fine-Ass" Johnston who gestured to the cup holder which contained the Generals morning glass of whiskey and stimulants. He slurped noisily on it, looking at his dataslate and reading about the Mandalorians "So, they spend a lot of time in the company of men, "developing a warrior love for eachother" sounds like youre safe FA." he smiled broadly at FA, mentally undressing her for a moment.

He felt a gurgling within him, the hang over was having its after-effects "Im going to go and use the refresher. Say hello to the boys for me." he said, unbuckling his trousers even as he ran towards the door. Lieutenant Johnston, restraining herself, gave a smile to him which only looked a little forced "Yes Sir".

As Pellinore loudly emptied his bowels into the refresher with a heaving groan, Johnston opened the communicator "This is Lieutenant Johnston of the New Republic Defence Force, carrying the Special Envoy of the Chief of State to speak to the Mandalore. Transmitting diplomatic codes."

Diplomatic codes were transmitted from Pellinore's Courier, recently converted for the pupose it now only had a single bar and its new Diplomatic paint and transponders, a pair of furry dice did hang from the center of the console though, and one of the cup holders was still filled with contraceptives from across the galaxy.