[b]Well that's a rather rude way to start negotiations[/b]
Booming throughout the hangar was a voice, speaking simply, but with authority and power: 
[i]"You are currently a guest on my ship, Alexander-Descendent. Don't even bother with weapons, they won't harm the floor or even the weakest part of our small-ship fleet, which you see is around you. Our drones will incinerate you if you step out of the designated area; they are very advanced, I assure you. That is their programming, and it is a very difficult, hacker-proof program to be very difficult even with the proper passcodes and interface. You wouldn't be able to hit them, and even if you did, you would do no harm. And if we wished you dead, you would not have made it halfway here."[/i]

And a Robed Supreme, indicating that it was a true Supreme, a Draconian Supreme, which was a 10-foot-tall light-blue scaly lizard-man who was wearing golden armor, and behind the two, a very large, 12-foot-tall half-ton spider, wearing golden armor, that has 10 thick legs, and 4 mandibles that were, again, covered in individual golden armor pieces.

And each of them, being 8 foot tall or higher, looked down on the smaller people.

The Robed Figure said calmly, with quiet confidence, "Would you like me to remove my robe? It is not my only garmant, just customary for our race, especially after a certain event that affected us greatly. If it is rude to keep oneself hidden, then I will remove it, though you may not like what you see. We are not the same as we used to be. One event changed us physically, and so the robe is simply to hide those changes."