"Admiral, I don't believe you're giving this situation the proper deference it warrants!" The mewly squat gentleman stated with urgency as he followed along on the coat tails of one Admiral Amelia Burnside as she strode down the corridor of the<em>Arizona</em>. "The geo-political ramifications of these exercises can have lasting effect, including setting Gamalas, and Earth relations back to before the war. the Marshal of the Gamalas Astrofleets will be here herself to observe, and take part!" He pressed as he wrung his hands in a nervous gestures. Amelia rolled her eyes as she tried to tune him out, however the pitch and nasal timbre of his voice seemed to make that impossible.<br/><br/>Suddenly, and without warning Amelia spun on the toe of her boot to face the man trailing her. She thrust out a finger at his face as if it was a pirate's cutlass, the look her face almost manic with defiance. "Mr Ambassador, I'm well aware of the situation and how your career hangs in the balance." She announced. "However, do not assume I'm the same as you, or the other Admirals that turned down this assignment for fear of the "Political" consequences. Oh yes, I know for a fact that I was Cosmo Navy's LAST choice for this. However, I'll have you know that I accepted for my own reasons." Amelia stated as she drew back her hand back. Leaving the Ambassador shaken. "A-And what reasons could those be?" He asked as he straightened up his tie. A feral smirk would pull as Amelia's plush lips when he asked. "To see if the rumors are true." She explained. "Rumors? What rumors?" The Ambassador wondered. "If her tits and ass are truly as legendary as the Sailors say. She is quite reknowned, even among the Earth Fleets." Amelia explained<br/><br/>"Sooo~, is that what they say about me? I feel I should be flattered if I'm talked about so highly even among Foreign Fleets." Another voice spoke out from the other end of the Corridor. The Ambassador let out a horrified squeak when he saw who it was standing there. His face whiter than a sheet of Paper. "Speak of the Devil, and She'll appear." Amelia smiled as she saw the Gamalas Marshal of the Astrofleets, Melda Ditz, standing at the end of the corridor. Letting her eyes draw up, and down the Marshal's form for a moment. Causing the Marshal to laugh, "I see your reputation is quite founded" Melda replied with an Amused chuckle. Amelia walked across the distance between them, and offered her hand. "Admiral Amelia Burnside, Cosmo Force's Third Fleet. Welcome aboard the<em> Arizona</em>, Marshal." Amelia said warmly. Already liking Melda for her sense of humor. "Thank you Admiral for your warm welcome." Melda stated as she clasped the other Woman's hand, and the took shook.<br/><br/>"If I may ask, Admiral, but I swore I saw the<em>Yamato</em>warp in as I was coming over. I did not know she would be participating in the Games as well." Melda explained causing Amelia to looked confused a moment. The<em>Yamato</em>was the Flagship of the First Fleet, under Admiral Izuru Yamamoto. Yet it only took a moment for her to realize what the Marshal was talking about. "Oh! No, No. that is not the<em>Yamato</em>. That's the<em>Musashi</em>,<em>Yamato</em>'s Sister." Amelia explained. "Oh, I see. Is she much different than the<em>Yamato</em>?" Melda asked, curiously. Amelia chuckled a bit. "Yes, and No. She is Unique, even among Earth fleets. Both in Ship, and Crew. Her Captain..." Amelia started to explain before another approached, an Aide. "Pardon the interruption Admiral, but Captain Black, and the other Ship Captains have arrived as requested." He explained. "HUZZAH! This is certainly a day for Devils." Amelia announced with a laugh. "Why don't you come along, and you'll get the meet The Captain himself. Perhaps if you ask<em>nicely</em>, he'll let you inspect his Wife." Amelia chuckled before she turned on her heel to head to the conference room. Leaving Melda to look at her own aide in confusion while a stammering babbling Diplomatic attache teeters in the corner.