"We would really appreciate such a meeting. However, as this is going to be our own first manned Quantum Represion for quite some milleniums, it may take us a while to participate.
Also, we are sorry for the fact that our drone automatically interconnected to your radar department because of hacking technology influenced by old technology of yours, but we noticed some other radiation signatures in the area, not belonging to allies of yours. If you permit such actions, we will try to also send some prototype attack forces along with our diplomacy fleet. Be advised, though, that they are not tested in live-fire action, which means that they may not assist you by a great amount."
Serohimean was really happy of his bluff: the drome had no such equipment (though such technoogy progressed very rapidly), but this would cause more respect towards their kind. For a second, something flashed on his mind: after so many millenia, they had a contact with a race so ancient, most scientists of the day dismissed the information as mythology. The couple of comms expertswho first got the signal were now rushed to the hospital; one of them split his muscle from sheer anxiety, for Ripenoes' sake! And not only was he not surprised, but he identified the fleet and the foreign language in matter of seconds, responded in ancient Greek -a language that he knew in too low of a level to communicate with so smoothly- and even bluffed to the face of the aliens! 
How the f*ck this happened? he thought for a while, scratching his implant node on his back -he had lost one when he was younger, in risk of his life. After a while, though, he decided it was not important at the moment, and prepared to open the comms and inform the Capitol, when a young assistant rushed through the door, almost knocking it off its electromagnetic field.
"Sir, sir, there's a problem! A big problem!"
Serohiean sighed, for he knew that this assistant did not really have a good reputation on Korimenoa. "Look, Diremonteis (another guy who did not knew how important his descendants were), we're in a seriously grave situation right here. If it's about the facility's buffet again, I swear to Ripenois I will punch your head back to Rochetin" -a phrase that did not really make sense to his mind, as he didn't know what Rochetin was, but at the same time a phrase that made the whole universe grin.
"No, sir, it is really important."
Serohimean now was intriqued. "What is it?" he asked, a bit more placidly this time.
"The President just materialised on the garden."