As the weird looking islander keeps arguing with himself, a well decorated looking Oceanic man of the Army walks up and prepares to reply. More robots with big guns drive off the destroyer as he does so.
"I am General Emmet. This land is within the OceanTech Sphere of Influence and was to have a permenant establishment"
*looks at watch*
"Today. There are three days we can deal with this. Either we..."
- Evict you now and you run off to your homeland.
- Kill you all.
- Establish some sort of manufacturing deal, whereas your people have direct acces to the factories, navy ports and airbase that are on this island and belong to OceanTech.
The man laughs to himself, a light chuckle at first, but he then breaks into a roaring fit. The OceanTech soldiers are visibly disturbed.
The man eventually calms himself and calls to a near by construction worker. "George, get over here. Head on over to the comms station and radio the Peninsula. Tell them to send it double time..."
"Send, uh, what sir?"
"Just tell 'em. They'll know"
The man in the suit then turns to the general.
"Look here, I certainly don' have time for this, I have to build this facility from the ground up." He looks to his phone once again and smiles.
"Giving up legally had territory is not good business practice, Mister... uh. Whatever, my superiors do not take kindly to having business threatened. If you wish to profit off of our being here then I suggest you reconsider your offer."
Strike Group 1A receives a communique from corporate at the Peninsula and increase their speed towards the South East Island. The group contains the Byzantine Class Megacarrier the MSC Champion of Avarice along with the Dante Class Battlecruiser MSC Virgil and multiple other Dole Class Corvettes. It is rumored that Prodigal Class Submarines also travel with the strike group.
Note the megacarrier is approx. 2000 ft long.
And with that, a radio message was sent to the Middle Sea Trading Company. "We are Ostus, we tolerate your presence near our nation however any hostility will be dealt with accordingly. We accept your offer of "profitable relationships" and wish to discuss trading deals with you." ((Awaiting response from ZeBlueDevil)).
A message is sent back.
"Greetings, Representatives of Ostus!
We here at the Middle Sea Trading Company are delighted to here of your gratuitous acceptance of our nearby facilities and you may rest assured that we would do nothing to cause tensions between profitable trading partners, war is bad for business after all. As of now facilities are being set up and shipping routes determined, but as soon as those are set up within the week we will be sure to present you with the finest deals that we have to offer.
The Foreign Affairs Division of the Middle Sea Trading Company"