"It seems the natives have prepared a landing ceremony for us. They are quadruped, fairly small in stature, but appear relatively advanced, with a number of technologies we cannot identify as existing anywhere else in galactic history." The Asari diplomat swiped through some more info on the datapad "They are spread throughout the system, but this is their homeworld, hmm, current surface scans and recon systems seem to indicate a monarchy, one that has evidently lasted an incredibly long time. Hmmm, Monarchy's tend to be troublesome systems of government. Regardless, we will know who to open diplomacy with. Lehr, keep your wits about you, they are a peaceful race, but their military doesn't seem to be one to scoff at. All intel indicates a friendly welcome, but betrayal always looks like that. Any questions before we land?"
Of the group of three crammed into the tiny landing shuttle, the two being addressed were completely lacking in inquiries, the Asari had covered everything in solid detail. "Okay, then, let's land this thing. I assume you have some idea of how to communicate?"
"Unfortunately, no, first contact is always like this, we have some systems in place to prevent total miscommunication, but we shall just have to go with some universal signals, so holster your damned guns already."
The Sangheili and his partner clad in full exosuit armor shrugged and put their weapons away, neither seemed willing to talk on the way down.
The shuttle streaked across the Equestrian sky, auto-piloting towards the most clear ground, where a group of natives had clearly prepared some sort of landing/welcoming ceremony. The landing gear deployed with a hiss, and the rectangular craft set down on the ground, with the native Equestrians backing up, some were apprehensive, some eager, some suspicious, and a handful with what appeared to be weapons.
"Remember, no sudden movements," The diplomat gave as a last word of advice as she stepped out of the shuttle, Spectre and guard in tow right behind her.