The alien didn’t seem to be too talkative, though at this point the Primarch would have preferred the equivalent of a three year olds writing over the cacophony that was the alien language. At least it seemed to have understood him, or at least guessed what he tried to convey from the gestures. He had to wonder why command didn’t think to attach someone more qualified for this. A politician, or a team linguists, perhaps?

It responded with gestures of what seemed to be an introduction of its own. Just exactly what it meant to sa was anyone’s guess. Pointing to itself and than to a different part. Its name? Its rank? Its title? The suit? Pointing to the ship, the name of the ship? The word ‘ship’? Its class? A ‘you are here’? For all of their holograms, the aliens didn’t seem to fare a lot better than they were.

But talking meant progress. It was certainly better than shooting, even if neither of them knew what the other one was saying. While the image of their two ships was there, he decided to use it. “NSS Latanos.” he said, pointing at the Narix cruiser. “Vanguard-class. We” again gesturing to himself and the two soldiers, “came to explore” pointing to his eyes, “the planets.” gesturing to the image of the planet and roughly where the other planet would be. Than he slowly pointed at his sidearm in its holster and shook his head “No hostile intent.”