[b]Thought for the day: "An idle mind will wander into dark recesses"

Taoshe
Orbital Station 2[/b]

Major Voroei looked over the hordes of what he could best describe as the collective attempts of a species to disregard clothings purpose entirely. He recognised them instantly. They were the "civilians" the Commander had described. They seemed... monotonous. He couldnt place it at first, but he slowly came to realise that there were no definitive tongue differences like in Lorca society.
This place put him ill at ease. Gone were the holobanners, the statues of great warriors and statesmen. In their place were these rampant advertisements. The Ghaj had advertisements, it would be folly to suggest otherwise, but never in this manner. It was like a bombardment of a billion lights, strategically placed to ensure you would always see something. He shuddered.

He cast his look towards Commander Vellais as she spoke to him. "Forgive me, commander, we may have landed in an incorrect location. Our translation must have been inaccurate." He said, throwing his arm out to point to the advertisements and insanely mismashed clothing of the civilians. He wasnt entirely sure what to think of this place, other than its obvious foreignness. It was evident in the very air that these people thought and acted very differently. One could tell by their movements, their voices, that they were not soldiers like himself.
A minor spoke quickly to the major, who shook his head for a moment, then lowered his arm "Ehlnada emero ni, not euro ni. Ehlnada is two words. Ehln, ehich is Mortal, and ada, which is god. Emero is to guide and ni is you." He paused for a moment "Your port, commander, sits in stark contrast to our own, your people moreso. Curiosity gathers around the mind, but the councils will be done... and they will it done soon." He gestured away from the ship "Lead on, Commander. This file shall follow and attempt not to dishonour your people"