Equestrian Contact
The Diplomatic Convoy Corvette simply pinged a "Received;Understood" message, and then descended through the atmosphere, engines still leaving the sub-hardlight trails, even though the ship was descending nearly directly downward. The ship, too big for the landing pad, simply hovered a distance above, and a beam of light shot out of the bottom to gently deposit the negotiators on the landing pad.

Two, unrobed Supremes stood with their silver 'shining chaenlink', or spun titanium, tunics and leggings, feet, arms, hands, and heads bare of clothing. The two diplomats began walking forward, and as they cleared the drop area, two robed creatures, with four arms and four legs, appeared, walking forward the flank the diplomats, each arm holding a longsword, each sword being completely silver-colored, glowing faintly and each about 5 feet long. The swords appeared to made of a single piece of metal, completely seamless, with no hilt or pommel, simply blade and grip. After they moved forward, two more Supremes appeared, again unclothed, except with sleeved chaen shirts, chaen boots, and chaen gloves. Each had a large array of weapons:

On each hip, a sword similar the the Kilve's was sheathed in a bronze-brown metal scabbard,
on each thigh, dual SMGs the size of a human's battle rifle sat, clipped to the chaen,
and three weapons were present on the Supreme Battlemasters' back:
What appeared to be a greatsword in the center of their back, sticking straight up above their head like a crown,
an energy-cannon, with no barrel so that one can see the energy spark through the invisible channel,
and an energy-carbine, again without a barrel, but with an obviously much larger cooling chamber, and energy storage pod.

The Battlemasters also had various pockets on the front of their chaen, appearing to be completely empty, though there was a very special technology that allowed them to dig into an unholy amount of ammuntion.

The six, with the two pilots on board, waiting either a peaceful leave, or a combat evac, continued onward, towards Canterlot Castle.

"Supremes"
Surrounding most of the platform were guards in alternating colors of armor. Gold. dark blue, dark purple, and a light blue were the colors on there armor. Each Guard had a pike or halberd to match there armor color, and a handgun attached to there armor. While only barely detectable by the Supremes the melee weapons and armor had a lot of magic in them, either indicating they had been enchanted or were alloyed with a magical metal. The way into the Castle Courtyard was metal gate, with white marble walls on either side. The walls did not have the Royal Guards on them, rather Griffons or Pegasi equipped with long range weapons. While only a total of four on the walls with two on each side of the Gate. Griffons clad in black armor that glowed red, the armor covered most of there body, with the exception of the tips of there wings and the end of there tail. Periodically blue would flash over the exposed wing part and the end of the tail, revealing the armor had built in shielding. They had no obvious weapons, but it was likely that the weapons were impended somewhere in there armor

The gate opened to reveal Duck de Steelhorn. His jet black mane and tail were as black as ever, including his mostly blue body. He had only two unicorns serving as guards, and then only clad in robes. He beckoned the Supremes forth.

Alexandrians
"We are landing now"
Two of the three ships remained in orbit, while the lead ship began approaching the planet. It shortly landed, Archmage Tullus, a unicorn stepped out. He was however followed only by one guard, which look alike(see above image).

Equestrian Contact

The dwarven exploration fleet, under command of Admiral Tormek, began to follow the four Equestrian cruisers despite the crew being quite suspicious and nervous of the situation due to the odd contact with the Cephalrrior and the shared language with the Equestrians.

Equestrian Offer
The Federation has sent a message back regarding the offer.
"We gratefully accept your mining offer, but listen to me about the moon conversion. You have no idea what you have just done for us, the power that would come from the conversion of an entire moon is unimaginable! The defense platforms around Lakfakalle? Those are relics of the ancient Aif Empire, we call their weapons 'antiproton streamers'. You can imagine what they do. We are capable of attaching them to our vessels, but the only problem so far has been our negative mass reserves. With a moon sized factory we could have entire fleets of warships using weapons technology unseen since fifty-thousand years ago! We expected a lot of things from alien species, but never that they would offer us the power to destroy them! Let it be known that if you actually go through with this offer, we shall never leave your side!"

LIV Terminator
The Fleetmaster was met by Kuuyi Oras and three guards. The guards were wearing standard issue body armor and helmets, when coupled with their gunpowder assault rifles gave the appearance of warriors found on primitive planets. Captain Oras, on the other hand, was carrying a pistol in its holster and seemed to instead prefer bladed weapons, as shown by the huge-apparently diamond-sword (if you could call it that) strapped to her back. It was obviously not created for its strength, as the Federation definitely had nanotubes (as shown by the sword existing). Its blade was far from the norm, with seemingly random spikes protruding from it for no purpose other than to intimidate and to cause massive pain. If Captain Oras planned to use it in any effective way, she would have to be insanely strong in order to pull the spikes out of the first person she hit. They escorted the Fleetmaster and their guards to a door just down the hall, then they stopped.
"No one but the Fleetmaster is permitted within this room, the test is sometimes interpereted as a direct attack on the one being tested. When our first sailing ships made contact with the humans, a war erupted over this very test. To some it can be quite painful, so if you want to back out we will not blame you. However, if you do back out, then your ships will not be allowed within our space and you will not be permitted to go near the wreckage. I would go through the entire pre-test checklist, but we continue on our orbit and keep getting closer to the wreckage, so we have to do this quickly. Do not worry for your own safety, the entire checklist is dedicated to our own safety due to the nature of the test."

Supreme Contact
"Acknowledged, we are opening a hole in the planetary shield and preparing a greeting party. Due to the content of your last message, this contact will need to be kept a secret from our populace. You see... it confirms religious myths, obviously, if anyone who has fanatical opinions gets word of this, then untold numbers of people could die."

Equestrian Contact
The Victorians stood silently as the Equestrians walked out, and bowed respectively towards them. An Alexandrian walked over, and had a confused look on his face, unsure of how a creature with no hands could evolve so much, or even become space fairing, but continued walking up to the group pretending to not be interested. "I am the Alexandrian who will be escorting, and answering any questions you may have, the Victorians are unable to communicate verbally, and or telepathically except with their respective masters." He then started to leave the room expecting the two to follow. "I must warn you though, our race is very Xenophobic, and are often not welcoming of foreign races so please ignore any comments said about or towards you other than by our head of research, and the Emperor himself."

LIV Terminator

The guards were, at first, hesitant, some bringing up their rifles while a soldier up in the front withdrew an energy grenade. However, Fleetmaster Hagris'kum waved them off. They backed away as she moved into the room, she nonchalantly chided about the seemingly primitive outfit of soldiers standing before her.

"I have received the direct force of an artillery shell and barely survived explosive decompression from a hull breach. I'm certain your examination can hardly amount to that. So, yes, test me."

LIV Terminator
"Good, so you're not a pampered leader like the rest of our own who has never actually seen combat. What you're about to see won't traumatize you at all."
Kuuyi felt bad for not telling the Fleetmaster about the test, but had she known the truth could be shrouded. Her eyes began to glow purple, and her piercing stare was set on the Fleetmaster. A sharp pain began to pulse on and off inside the Fleetmaster's head, then the memories came. Brutal battles, fought with equally brutal weapons, armies charging fanatically at each other with no mercy for those slaughtered. This was something you would never find in the official history texts. As time went on, the weapons in the hallucinations became more and more advanced, until an image of jet aircraft and propeller aircraft dogfighting above seas of ground soldiers and vehicles, all circled around a primitive rocket bearing an ancient symbol the memory identified as Försa Sekläria. Before the outcome of the battle could be seen, the scene suddenly switched. It showed a great fleet comprised of thousands of vessels laying waste to a planet below. They were marked with symbols, but they kept changing. One moment it was the flag of Lakfakalle, the next Sylve's banner. Sometimes there would be multiple symbols, sometimes only one. Symbols of nations that did not yet exist, symbols more ancient than the galaxy itself. Finally, the ships vanished and the memories receded.
"I am sorry I could not tell you, Fleetmaster. It would have compromised the test. You have passed, we apologize for the damages that were caused by our weapons. You may investigate the wreckage and use our shipyard facilities for repairs if you wish. You must tell none outside the Delphan Collective of what you have just seen, that knowledge that has just been given to you is something reserved only for Delphans and those they deem worthy. If you begin to have inexplicable déjà vu that is not shared with those surrounding you, return to this system as quickly as possible. Neglecting to do so will result in loss of mental stability."

"How old are you then?"
"Old enough"
"And you've just been here?"
"We've been here, yes."
"And now so am I..."
"That is correct, parem Habui, you leave when you are ready"
"Define"
"Upon your discretion"
"I see... That's what was done to me in Nova Prospekt."
"That is correct. It is incorrect to assume we must remain permanently pure, even 1200 of those human years is too short at times"
"Such as this time."
"That is correct, you will require even more experience. Meld with us, that we might grant it to you. Knowledge is power, and we share in power"
"My mind receives. I see... I cannot timestamp it"
"You see many ages, passed down the lines"
"At this moment"
"We are one"
"At this moment"
"We are Primicerii"

Lakfakalle

"Confirmed, we shall observe" The overseer transmitted, before turning to his officers "Get me Umbrae Populus, this planet may have resources. Prep teleportation network, priority food. Find major food storage areas and extract resources using the network. Choose between forms Abh or Homo Sapiens only. Avoid confrontation, political incident undesirable. Engagement parameters: Dagger, Contain, Extract."
"Unit copies, preparing short range teleportation beam, launching frequency masker, set to standard scanner configuration, hoping they will think it it harmless scans"
"Copy. Report status"
"Umbrae Populus team is forming and equipping now. Moving to insertion, estimated time of insertion two minutes."
"Cooy. Inform me when it reaches 5 seconds average"
"Copy" The overseers eyes scanned the view screens in front of him as the names of the units appeared



He watched as the scans came back, and located an area that appeared to be out of sight, and tapped a few commands, teleporting down the special operations team under the pretense of being geographical scans in several different areas near one another in hopes to avoid trouble. They had all shifted to Human forms, with one having disguised himself as an Abh. The Overseer tapped a few commands and directed backup to stand by, before watching the view screens to check whether the humans had detected them

Message to the LCF
"We are hoping you only use such force for defensive purposes or peacekeeping. We however be interested in acquiring a few of these antiproton weapons, we may be able to reverse engineer them and build more. They make very useful defensive weapons."

Negative Energy Factory
Work on the massive structure has begun. It is estimated to take a while, but thanks to access to the LCF's fields it easy to get materials needed to construct it on site faster. It is still suspected to take a while however.

Alexandrian Contact
Tullus spoke up
"Why are the Victorians only capable of speaking to there masters? And using the term masters would imply slavery."

LIV Terminator

The weathered Fleetmaster clamped her eyes shut and bit back the urge to scream and convulse. The memories were powerful but drove such a painful throb through her head, several hundred times worse than any migraine she's ever suffered through. The last image, seeing the destruction and the appearance of Sylve's colors. She had reached some kind of clarity, some kind of understanding. The throbbing faded away, and she slowly fluttered her glossy black eyes open.

"Through the unbearable pain...the throbbing...the visions...your test proves to be quite powerful..." she whispered.

"I understand that what Sylve has done in this short while is nothing short of atrocious. And, indeed, we have sought to destroy them for millenia. They're voracious and foul, seeking only to take control of the universe with narcotics, extortion, piracy and murder. You have seen so little of them, and if you are willing to help us, we can end the menace that is Captain Switch."

She blinked, tapping on her chest panel to bring up a video feed being recorded by the Rakora-Class Assault Vessel PNS Dauntless of the wreckage of the nuclear blast. "If you have any kind of emergency data recording devices, something our studies have shown that the humans of earth used on their old aircraft known as 'black boxes', we might be able to use that data to trace the Sylve battle group."

Equestrian Contact
The Alexandrian laughed slightly, and continued walking. "Why the Victorians are only capable of talking with their designated master? We Alexandrians do not know, we believe it has something to do with the fact that they co-evolved with us over five hundred thousand years, from the very first Alexandrian village. As for slavery, I guess you could look at it like that, in fact most Alexandrians would agree with you, even though they don't really care, but I would like to think of it as survival. You see from our research a Victorian can not live for longer than about one hundred days, and if they are left without a master for that long what we call a Cynaphria'tne will effectively cause them to become brain dead." They finally arrived at the meeting hall, where a holographic image of a Alexandrian in two set of robes stood at one end of the table, and a man wearing a scarlet lab coat stood next to him. "Any other questions will have to be brought up in your meeting, once you are done I shall escort you back safely towards you ship."

The door then closed, and the head of research spoke up, "We would first like to discuss any business about the Supremes before we discuss trade, if you find this unreasonable we are willing to start with trade, but understand our reluctance to do so without a formal alliance," he then smiled eerily turning towards the holographic image that simply nodded its head.

LIV Terminator
"Every ship comes standard with two recording devices, both heavily armored. The armor is designed in such a way that it would be near impossible to breach it without a weapons that can break molecular bonds or anhilliate particles themselves. As we demonstrated earlier, this vessel is equipped with antiproton streamers which are capable of the latter. We will help you."
As the sentence was finished, the shifting memory in Kuuyi's brain was disrupted, for a moment it was as if she had forgotten it. However, it soon came back, and though the Sylve banner could still be seen flashing into sight every once in a while, it was much less common. Along with that change came a fleet of starships flashing in and out of existence above the main fleet, with different symbols painted on their hulls. With her superior mental abilities, Kuuyi saw that the frequency of Lakfakalle and Sazkarjhit banners decreased on the main fleet and increased on the other fleet. She smiled at this new, altered vision.
"Let the hunt begin!"

Message to the Equestrian Empire
"The antiproton weapons... we've tried to reverse engineer them before. We lost twenty of our best scientists in the blast, they constantly create antiproton particles. There is no override code, and they appear to have an internal power source that simply does not run out of energy. Reverse engineering is futile, but they are leftovers of the great Aif Empire, perhaps there are others out there that we could fit onto interstellar vessels."

Negative Energy Factory
The LCF has begun using planetary defense ships to transport materials to the moon, and LCF construction crews are being sent up as well.

Lakfakalle
The Triarian disguises appear to be perfectly constructed, as nobody suspects anything. The group teleported to the Abh continent, a place other species frequently visit due to the relaxed laws on everything from speed limits to marriage. As a result, humans are a frequent sight. Aside from shady-looking merchants approaching them trying to sell them something called "Alkake", they haven't been interrupted.

I'Neani, Delphan Collective Capital Building, Lakfakalle
Streams of numbers and letters flew across the wall screens of the Capital Building, faster than any human could ever hope to read. Dozens of Delphans stood in front of each wall, reading the streams of info easily. Nobody was speaking, but they were communicating through the telepathy natural to their species. Every once in a while, an alien voice would force its way in, desperately asking to be saved from their own people. The Delphan Collective could do nothing for them, though, as most of the voices came from distant galaxies impossible to reach due to the great storms that tore apart any vessel that attempted such a journey. However, some of the voices came from planets within the broken Milky Way, and the underlying Collective consciousness put them on the list of locations to be visited.
192512225-S is waning, outcome desirable. Take no action.
451991812125-G is waning. Recommend molecular change in sector 29, location 9785.
Molecular change initiated. 451991812125-G still waning. 451991812125-A waxing. Outcome more desirable than intended outcome.
Echo from Sol... sender repaired. No intervention required.
The building was off-limits to all non-Delphans, they called it a sacred area, but it was nothing close to that. They had found long ago that there was no danger to sharing the truth about it, but the rest of Lakfakalle would make them a leading caste, which was something no Delphan wanted. It would compromise the equality and trust of the Federation species, and thus decrease its future effectiveness. However, their religious texts stated that someday it would be a desirable course of action, and thus they planned for the reveal, hoping that it would unite the universe. Many thought no such thing was possible, but still worked towards that goal, for even if you fail, at least you attempted to do good.

Lakfakalle

The agents continued down the streets, meeting up near one of the corners near one of the cities presumable storage facilities. Checking that they were out of sight, they removed the grid of a nearby ventilation shaft and the units contorted into an unnatural position and slipped inside, snapping the vent back on behind them
The units inside the vent slinked through it for several minutes. Contrary to popular belief, most vents were too small for normal people, but the Umbrae Populus could contort their body in a freakish fashion, allowing them to slip through. One of them opened up the vent shaft below them, before dropping into the corridor below to check for hostiles. This units disguise of a young teenage woman girl would likely be most suspicious, so he planned to change it the moment he could into one that might seem less out of place inside this facility. Likewise, one of the units in the vent was disguised as an old man... And good luck explaining what someone who was nearly the end of their human life span and looked over a hundred years old was doing crawling through vents...
The unit looked both ways down the hall, including checking the doorway of their objective to check whether the coast was clear and that they would be able to escape with the resources

In Orbit Above Lakfakalle

Dauntless moved swiftly, maneuvering through the web of debris and pockets of intense radiation until they arrived at one of the several ships that were destroyed. It was merely a husk, separated in two presumably by the blast of the detonator. The only thing keeping the wrecked vessel together was a few metal beams attached at two bulkheads. On half of it, what looked like the bow, was facing perpendicular from the other half.

A small pod was jettisoned from Dauntless, aboard it were four SCNOSE Vehicular Recovery Technicians, whom quickly got to work, ejecting and moving towards the designated location of the recorders. Near the bridge, among the destroyed terminals and dead bodies, were two pods of a silvery-gray material. The technicians brought both of them, and they used thruster packs to maneuver back onto the Rakora-Class ship. In turn, the assault vessel flew to the Terminator, with a small ship carrying the two recorders landing in the ship's docking bay. The techs took the pods and brought them to the room where Fleetmaster Hagris'kum was.

LIV Terminator
"Your people work quickly, I am impressed." Said Kuuyi, picking up the recorders and taking them over to a computer terminal. It likely seemed archaic to the Fleetmaster, a non-holographic screen displaying a simple interface. There was quite obviously a five-hundred year gap between the weapons installed on the Terminator and every other peace of technology used by the Children of Lakfakalle. The screen automatically displayed the data from the recorder.
"Computer, run analysis on sensor data. Search for unknown objects and determine their trajectories. Extrapolate possible origin points to within a thousand light years of Lakfakalle, scan all possible origin points with faster than light wormhole electron pulse system. Narrow search to areas where metallic structures were detected. Eliminate all systems explored by friendly vessels."
"Yes, Captain." Replied the computer, at least the Federation had mastered the elusive voice-to-text program that had plagued thousands of species with typos over the 11 billion or so years of sentient life existing. After just a few moments, the screen displayed twenty six systems.
"Have your people been to any of these systems? Twenty six jumps passes the line on our drive systems. Besides simply not being able to produce enough negative mass fuel for that many jumps, the chances of catastrophic fore particle buildup increase dramatically after the tenth consecutive jump. You see, our FTL works in real space instead of another dimension or universe like literally every other nation's FTL does. This allows extreme particle buildup inside our warp bubble, unless that buildup is moved to the aft by a tractor beam system, then when the vessel exits warp the particle and radiation buildup is flung into the system from its outskirts. Due to the distances involved, the buildup is large enough to destroy an entire planetary system. After ten jumps, the tractor beam system can be easily damaged, at which point the vessel and its crew are ordered to remain at the exact same velocity for the rest of their existence to avoid such a disaster. Obviously, we cannot afford to lose this vessel as it is our only designated warship."

Lakfakalle
Two Abh Commandos rounded the corner in the corridor, talking casually about a planet named "Shuroh". When they saw what appeared to be a teenage girl, they stopped and stared at her with a confused look on their faces.
"What are you doing in here?" One of them said "You can't get your base rations from here, this isn't civilian food storage. This section holds the food that's going out to the colonies. Civilian storage is across the bridge to the other half of the building across the road. Hey... do you have work credits, kid?"

Lakfakalle

The Umbrae Populus froze up for a moment, quietly exhaling before turning to them. The Agent slowly shook its head, biting its bottom lip and attempting to mimic the human behavior of anxiety. The agents in the vent remained perfectly still, as their bodies skin changed to suit the background of the vents like a chameleon, in case one of the contacts decided to look up, ready to drop down and assist if need be

Lakfakalle
"Oh... I see, you're in one of those situations. I had a human father, the guy spent all of our credits on alkake. Down the hall is the equipment room, throw on a pilot's uniform, pick up a pistol, and go down to the Civilian Warehouse. Tell the guy selling the food that you're a volunteer for the Abh Imperial Pilot's Union, Hawking Squadron, Registration Number 4-15-12-16-8-9-14. He'll let you through, you can steal some food and get out of the building though the delivery entrance at the back. Keep the uniform and weapon, you can come back any time and do the same thing. Good luck."

Krugor 4 (part of the Krugor Project: 7 new government-colonized planets for economic and population growth)____(formerly known as C-434/PS-434)

Asteroids around these systems in space were much more common that usual. They once belonged to planets, they were once homes for individuals. Now, however, they stand as remnants of something else, something..darker. Planets are harder to come by for the remnants of Zonan, or any planet near Zonan for that matter. What remains of the Zonanese territory is a litter of rock, gas giants, a rarity of Zonanese States, and a scarce amount of new planets. What lays inside of each remnant planet is always a mystery, but always fun to uncover. Sometimes, they would find a library, full of data that they could use to uncover the mysterious language that Zonan held. Other times, they might just find natives who the military keeps their distance from. For when the natives get their hands on the military's weapons, they turn into more than just a bunch of savages. They turn into a threat, a threat that can be overpopulated, overpowering, and now extremely dangerous with just a handful of explosives or munitions.

Krugor 4 was no different. It was a humid and hot planet, swarming with intelligent life that was the guardians. These creatures, however, were far more dangerous than the last few guardians. These creatures had harnessed their weapons before the Castu arrived, and were more than prepared to fight back with what they had. The only thing that held them from reentering the stars was the other guardians fighting in the area, who had hold of thousands of explosives from the past. Krugor 4 was the most dangerous colony in the Oligarchy for that reason, and colonials were not permitted to enter the planet until the danger was put to a minimal. However, this did not stop scientists to be escorted there and uncover the planet's secrets.

Research Team 12 was tasked of exploring a valley inside the western equator of the planet. It was hot, and it rained almost every day.The jungles swarmed with wild life, but also something else. While they could not find anything enormous, they did find something else. It was a building carved into a hill. From there it went deep underground to the abyss of Krugor 4. The entrance was guarded with numerous, yet dilapidated and useless, defenses, and inside the hill laid what seemed to be a command room. As the team and soldiers began to fiddle with the room, they did something so stupid that it worse than the incident on Research Center 4.

One of the scientists pressed something wrong on one of the computers, which also, for some reason, still had power like every other planet they've found. The room's lighting flashed on, and scout teams searching underground were faced with the blinding light as well. What they saw was horrifying: dead carcasses and dozens of natives watching them. The radioed the team in the command room about their distress,but it was too late for them. Meanwhile, a robotic-female voice inside the command room began to speak.

Tá an comhartha anacair curtha chuig. Na cosaintí atá á armtha. Ag ullmhú do aslonnú sibhialtaigh agus oifigigh. Stáisiúin Míleata agus cathracha á chur ar aghaidh sonraí. Tá Teachtaireacht á sheoladh chuig na náisiúin uile aitheanta agus allies. Ní mór dúinn maireachtáil ar an Gheimhridh.

A blue light smashed out of the hill and into the sky, where the Markham, a Gortru and their four Kalima escorts immediately took notice. They could not intercept the message, which shortly after would spread across the galaxy. The message would have said.

Planetary State 434 is under siege from the invaders. Requesting reinforcements/medical aid from all known nations and allies. Long live Zonan, and may we all survive the Winter.

Any nation could have seen this message, and be able to trace down where it came from. The Oligarchy found the message, and quickly got to work on translating it and on sending military reinforcements to the planet in case of a hostile threat from another species. Five Gortrus, three Markhams, 20 Kalimas, and 7 Eliptics were sent for aid.

Lakfakalle

The un-girl smiled weakly to the Abh and spoke quietly "Thank you..." before moving down the hallway and past them. The agents in the vent examined the Abh passing beneath, memorising their forms for usage. The Agent in the hallway saw the communications in its head, the 01 ordering the units to prepare to amputate the Abh. Don't, they do not require code Dagger It sent back, and the 01 paused before a message came back through They have a minute to move.
The agent turned to the equipment room and slowly opened it, quickly glancing down the hall to the Abh again before proceeding inside. It ran its eyes over the room, before examining a pilots uniform and taking it from the stand, examining it before donning it. It might contain some form of detection system, so the unit felt it would be safer to take the actual uniform just in case rather than merely mimic it. The agent turned, proceeding across the room and examining the weapons, taking one of the pistols and examining it. Somewhat primitive compared to the hardlight pistol, but the weapon seemed to be of an acceptable quality considering how the terrans had only recently resurged.

Distress signal

Patrol group three picked up the distress signal during it standard patrol route, coming from an area just outside their patrol path. As a result, the overseer turned the ships off course and towards the new signal. They jumped there and examined the situation in system. The scans showed the planet was certainly inhabited, and the Overseer tapped a few commands in his terminal before opening a channel to broadcast a message in Latin ((I'm too tired to translate this into actual Latin, sorry))
"This is Overseer Posthumus of the Collective, responding to a distress signal. Request information on situation so that we might aid you." He transmitted, as his bridge officers scanned over their new contacts. The Overseer came to the realisation that they might not know the language, so aa a result attempted to open a video link so that he might gain a position of the new contact and absorb their language... It would likely be more efficient than praying they knew the language after all!

Krugor 4

The Fleet Commander gazed at the new fleet. They were something to marvel at, but quite possibly all new species were. Hearing the broadcasted message, the fleet commander simply sat in confusion and anguish. He had hoped that this was Zonan, but the voice and speech made it seem unlikely. Recordings of Hach speech are abundant, even if they don't know what it means, but this voice was so different it just could not be Hach related. Then the foreigner attempted to open a video link with the fleet commander's ship, to which he accepted cautiously. One of his Kalimas began to photograph the ships present, and gain as much recon as possible. They stored the message in a database and forwarded it onto the Markham that travelled inside the atmosphere. Once the link finally opened up, it showed a clear picture of the fleet master's face, hairy, rodent-like, and awkward.

He didn't say anything for a moment, before saying in his own tongue "We had not sent that message, it was a mistake. Another nation had lived here before us, and we just happened to stumble upon it. Forgive us if we wasted your time"