Down in the inky depths of Auran, the Terran Diplomatic Corps team swam/floated/powered across a well lit bubble hall. Wearing a full immersion suit made pleasent change for the Ambassador. He gestured to the tactical map projected around him. "If you look at your briefing downloads, tonight's combatants are Tigerians, whose ships are painted to match their captain's fur. Their uplifted massive felines hunters ancestors come from Terra, but now want nothing to do with humanity, vs Noble Houses of Ascott, who display the human love for dark grey, wedge shaped spacecraft." "So, assembled digniatories, the conundrum for you is who to support. From our tactical satellites, you can see the Tigerian Seperatists and the Noble Houses of Ascott have both had issues with the gravity well malfunctioning at the Ashcott Station. Both fleets have been ripped out of hyperspace and dumped all around the platform. They need either to capture and disarm it, or destroy it." ...