"Commander Prime." The second in command mounted the central platform behind her. She placed a hand on the back of her chair, preparing to turn it, but paused, turning her attention to the view screen before her. "Identity." She inquired curiously. The second in command glanced past her. His eyes met with those of the personal security detail to the Commander Prime. As per orders; the Second clasped his hands behind his back. Though there was no concern of danger, or actions from the security officer, it was all merely acknowledgement of protocol. "Mercury class freighters. Registry identifies them as being under the authority of the United Federation of Planet. Civilian Commercial freight corporation of Sol sector." "Interesting." She grinned ever so slightly. "Statistics." "Standard accompaniment of one hundred and three crewman and twenty officers. Cargo consists of what would be considered basic. They are currently carrying maximum capacity cargo cells." "Basic necessities." She nodded. "For the basic needs of Earths colony worlds and allies. Trade agreements can be a fragile thing when disrupted."