As the Diplomatic Droid hit Mac One flying down the corridor, he was glad he had swapped consciousness to a Mk 17 combat droid chassis. It cycled through weapons choices as intruder alarms blared, red lights flashed, and his comms flared.
+++DO NOT ENTER MEDICAL+++
The Mk 17 had enough firepower to take down an newly adult Auran, so if any other species had launched a raid in the Embassy, this was going to be a painful experience for them.
+++REPEAT: DO NOT ENTER MEDICAL+++
Suit shields were raised to help decelerate him, thankfully before he crashed into the reinforced metal door that secured the embassy medical centre. The droid's manipulation fields flared to cut away the wall surrounding the door (it was easier),. Dust quickly filled the corridor, followed, unexpectedly, by steam.
The next thing the Droid saw was wall of brackish water, engulfing it's shields, and nearly pushing him backwards. Someone was teleporting in water, and it was now obvious who.
"Told you he would go for opening the door!" The small medical droid appeared to be laughing from a now underwater medical facility. Medical equipment was floating by.
"So, you win the bet, well done, little droid." The huge Auran Emperor was squeezed into the space along with the Ambassador's healing cube, a plethora of medical equipment, was produced something equating to laughter through his telepathy.
A tentacle wrapped round the Droid and deposited it gently through the water filled area into a purpose built cradle in the med bay. The Ambassador was still ensconced in stasis in his recovery gell, which was held in place by shields, appeared to be grinning.
The Diplomatic Droid spent the next 151 nanoseconds considering options for retaliation, and gave up. "Why have you breached our Sovereign Territory again? And more annoyingly, why have you filled
med bay and now a whole corridor of the embassy with water?" It sighed.
"To bring you tonight's entertainment to you all!" The Emperor chuckled. The Diplomatic Droid now noticed one wall flicker into life as a screen, showing the depths of space. "Behold, two of your Human fleets about to engage in gloriously pointless bloodshed."
"I don't recognise it?" The Med Bot mused.
With a sigh, The Diplomatic Droid called up a star map to overlay the scene. "It's an outlying system in the Copperwheat Cluster. Which means..."
"Yes, two of your Human splinter factions are engaging in wonderful mortal combat! Did anyone need snacks?" The Emperor waved a tentacle, a 3 metre long, and rather surprised, three-headed shark appeared, and was greedily snatched up by another tentacle and rammed into his beak like maw. The effect was like something large hitting a wood chipper, but with more blood splatter.
Ignoring the cloud of blood and icor, and highlighting ships for identification, the Diplomatic Droid intoned, in a formal, but slightly resigned tone, "His excellency would know the fleets instantly, but it appears we have a 'Lost Colonial' fleet, which I know we have seen before, engaging in a fleet that terms themselves 'Loyalists' to the mummified 'Emperor of Mankind'."
"Splitters!" The Medical Droid quipped.
"The star station appears to be vacant, so they are trying to secure the perimeter beacons to lay claim to resettle it. The Loyalist have a Star Galleon Battleship, two cruisers and a flotilla of escorts passed in the centre. The Colonials appear to be using fighter screens from at least two Ironclads in the centre, a scout ship out right and a Battle Barge coming in round the cratered moon in the left."
+++Galactica, Bellerophon, Valkyrie and Pegasus+++
The message flashed up on the screen, both droids looked at each other, "Was that you?"
"No!"
+++I can hear you from this cube+++
"Ohhh, welcome back your Excellency!" The Emperor laughed again.
"Look, Galactica is moving through the middle and is already engaging the Loyalist flotilla that is breaking left flotilla at maximum missile range," the Med Bot added, while running scans on the Ambassador.
"One shot, one kill. The old bucket still has it!" The Diplomatic Droid noted.
+++Note how the Loyalists have extra thrust, and their flagship has practically sprinted across past the star station in the middle+++
"Wooah, Pegasus has a huge fighter screen, she's putting out a lot of missiles as she rounds that moon!" The Med Bot added, if it had a jaw, it would have dropped. 
The Auran Emperor's unblinking eye was focussed on the screen now, "Her cannons just tore another flotilla member to pieces to her keft, while her prow missiles have stripped the Loyalist flagship of her shields, impressive, for Human tech."
Fighters screamed across the screen, homing in on the last flotilla member, "Ouch, that's got to hurt!" The Med Bot winced, "You know this upsets all my primary programming?"
The final flotilla member dissolved into a sparkle of dust and debris, which the Cruiser marked a 'Cadia' scattered across her prow moved on past the asteroid field. "Spend too long here and you will find your programming very changed", the Diplomatic Droid whispered.
"Little droids, you are so funny!" The Emperor laughed again, sending waves through the water.
+++It appears the Colonials are holding their ground, keeping the buoys in range and tagging them with informational warfare. Look at BSG Valkyrie, their Scout ship, use her speed to claim the Loyalist one to the right beyond the station+++
"What a mess!" The Diplomatic Droid winced as the two fleets manoeuvred past each other at close range. The Colonials crossing at close range with the Loyalists. "Cadia has tucked in right behind the BSG Pegasus, that's going to cost the Colonials as their rear arc is poorly defended!
"Look at Valkyrie make a U-turn round that buoy in the distance, keeping it in range too, they really aren't letting go are they?" The Med Bot added, snatching a few medical implements up as they floated by.
"The Cadia! She's just been ripped apart by missile and bomber strikes from all the Colonials, Valkyrie even got the killing blow at extreme range!" The Diplomatic Droid added.
"The loss of life must be catastrophic, how many crew are on those ships?" The Medical Bot was obviously concerned.
"That's why Auran ships are so vastly superior with only one crew ," the Emperor intoned, almost gloating.
The Loyalists are turning tail and running!" The Emperor added, "Our reports said they were more fanatical than that. Sure they were going to stick around and hurt the zealot Colonists more"
+++Damage assesments - BSG Pegasus 60% hull damage, Galactica 10%, Bellerophon 40%. Valkyrie Untouched. Loyalist: Flotilla and Cadia - Lost. Galleon 50%, Necromunda - untouched+++
"Think that was fairly emphatic for the Colonials then?" The Diplomatic Droid added, "but what a mess!"
"When do we get to see the Diplomatic Corps ships in action my friends?" The Emperor enquired, turning to wards the Ambassador's med cube.
+++If we do our jobs right, here and around the Galaxy, never+++
"Spoilsport! Rest well my puny human friend, I want to see you at court soon." The back of a tentacle gently moved up and down the forcefield round the gell cube in what might approximate a handshake. With an audiable slosh, the Emperor, the water and the remains of the shark, teleported out, leaving a claatter of equipment and a few sparks on rapidly drying electricals.
"Don't look at me to help you tidy up!" The Diplomatic Droid lifted himself up on hover fields and left through the hole in the wall.
+++Well, I would help, if I could...+++
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