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The unarmed Swarmer stopped just a dozen meters away the Mandalorian starfighter, conventional reaction thrusters pushing the small ship backwards a little. Despite the Swarmer's designation in her home galaxy as a "microvessel", the two ships were on-par in size.
Within moments, Vasti's hail was answered by the low, calculating voice of the Kadeshi Ambassador.
At first, it comes out as a garbled transmission, before coalescing into a surprisingly clear and understandable communication.
"We, the Kadeshi, wish you no harm, alien. I'm accustomed to welcoming visitors into the Garden, but it seems that our current circumstances have drastically changed our routine. We are the Kiith Nevaar, a Kadeshi bloodline that has thrived for 10 generations within the safety of the Garden, and the spire of a vessel you see behind your starship is the Nebula-5, our home away from home, though the name 'Starlight Lance' has grown popular among the crew and our people."
"Our intention is to return Home, as unlikely as that seems in this scenario.-" The small ship slowly spins around on its axis as her lone pilot continues. "-Seeing the rather diverse gathering of starships here, I have come to the conclusion that you and your people know just as much as we do about the current predicament.-" It finally finishes its revolution, facing them once more.
"So, instead of demanding answers to our curiosities of this world we find ourselves in, and the way out of it, on behalf of the Nebula-5, I request an alliance between our flagships. Safety in numbers, as they say, and you may find the facilities on our vast starship useful."
The Ambassador concludes, hopefully appealing to their possible sense of distress in a calculated move to ensure the survival of his clan in a strange, unknown galaxy.
The unarmed Swarmer stopped just a dozen meters away the Mandalorian starfighter, conventional reaction thrusters pushing the small ship backwards a little. Despite the Swarmer's designation in her home galaxy as a "microvessel", the two ships were on-par in size.
Within moments, Vasti's hail was answered by the low, calculating voice of the Kadeshi Ambassador.
At first, it comes out as a garbled transmission, before coalescing into a surprisingly clear and understandable communication.
"We, the Kadeshi, wish you no harm, alien. I'm accustomed to welcoming visitors into the Garden, but it seems that our current circumstances have drastically changed our routine. We are the Kiith Nevaar, a Kadeshi bloodline that has thrived for 10 generations within the safety of the Garden, and the spire of a vessel you see behind your starship is the Nebula-5, our home away from home, though the name 'Starlight Lance' has grown popular among the crew and our people."
"Our intention is to return Home, as unlikely as that seems in this scenario.-" The small ship slowly spins around on its axis as her lone pilot continues. "-Seeing the rather diverse gathering of starships here, I have come to the conclusion that you and your people know just as much as we do about the current predicament.-" It finally finishes its revolution, facing them once more.
"So, instead of demanding answers to our curiosities of this world we find ourselves in, and the way out of it, on behalf of the Nebula-5, I request an alliance between our flagships. Safety in numbers, as they say, and you may find the facilities on our vast starship useful."
The Ambassador concludes, hopefully appealing to their possible sense of distress in a calculated move to ensure the survival of his clan in a strange, unknown galaxy.