[b]STC Tumen ( BH-828)
High orbit, Havurna. Ahman Sul core world.[/b]

The repair crews sat anxiously outside the aft section of the ship as small drones began moving about the outside hull of the ship. They were removing destroyed plates of armor and scanning the insides. Had their mission been to secure new technologies, they would've been denied at this point due to the quick actionss of the Aradite crew. Luckily, the last thing on the Traders minds was to gain new technology. 

The Aradites would find out soon enough that the trader nation had plenty of tools of its own. 

Behind the Septonian ship was a tower of sorts, about twice as long as the Aradite ship and right about in the middle was a ring lined with what looks like black square windows. This was the control area for dock 12D, where the Tumen was resting. Inside was a vast array of personel, many races working together for the sake of one thing... coin.

In the middle of this room sat a desk with two people standing there. An female Valkarian and beside that a being known as a Karaut which is a 5 ft upright bi-pedal frog esque creature, walked towards the forward windows. "Display the ship." The Karaut said. In front of him, a large 3-d holographic image of the ship appeared. The detail of the image was incredible, every variation in plate width, radiation burns, everything was processed and accounted for. The Karaut slid his hand through the display, causing the ships structure to cut in half. Inside, he could see every innard that scanners could see. 

"Here, have team four repair these links." He said then pointed to another section. "Team two has this area. We may as well stabilize  it then kick it out of the dock. put it in storage slot seven-four." 

The Valkrian began keying in coordinates amongst other things while two tugs moved in front of the ship. Behind the ship, the teams floated there waiting for a sign from the ship and after a while they finally got it. "Team one to bridge, we have a light signal." The Karaut looked down at the teams. "All right, Be careful moving in. If any of your teams has an Aradite in its ranks, leading with him or her might be wise."

Indeed one did serve in the ranks. No one could say how he got to be in trader space, maybe a refugee or something else. Regardless, he moved in front of team one and they began moving towards the closest hole in the ship. "Lets go." he said before activating manuevering thrusters on his suit. As he started, the others began moving as well but were interrupted by the crew starting to exit the ship. The Teams stopped and stared for a moment but upon seeing heavily injured people coming out, went in to rapid action.

A section of space directly behind the teams started to emit a purple hue. That area then took the shape of a square and slowly moved towards the aft of the ship. It was a very high powered shield that became an artificial environment to sit the injured down in without the need for suits. Emergency surgeons and nurses sat in this field as the teams began moving Aradites in to it. The situation was pretty intense at this point but depending on how well the Aradites cooperated is how quickly the ship would be evacuated. 

[i]When the ship would be empty, the tugs would pull it out a pretty fair distance from the dock and then place it in what looked like a rib cage type structure where it would sit lifeless. At the same time, the commander of the ship would likely be pointed towards the primary airlock behind the ship where the Karaut would be waiting. The Karaut will have four soldiers defending him, all heavily armed and well armored.[/i]

[b]Trade lane 875 I-W.
Collective first contact[/b]

As the collective ship emerged from its tunnel, sensors went crazy that monitored the areas near all the lanes. These sensors were there to detect pirate vessels or other hazards and divert traffic away from that area all the while signally authorities to respond. 

The nearby ships began diverting away from the area. The Collective ship would be quick to notice the real lack of alarm in the ships, just the fact they were merely going around. After a few minutes, directly ahead of the ship, a blue warship had decloaked and was approaching at high speed. There was no doubt at all that this was a warship as the turrets and heavily sloped armor would be a dead giveaway. Its shields were raised and active ECM was deployed. Right as the ship got within visual range without any magnification, two more would have entered the Collective ships sensors range, on a direct intercept course from the Collectives left and right. It was a clear surrounding tactic.

As the lead vessel slowed down, it began sending messages, to which the Collective would likely see as garbage signals but in reality it was greeting messages in every language the traders have ever processed. Each of these messages had basic codes in them, basic computer algorythms that would hopefully help an advanced race unlock the basic language of their choice. Hopefully one would fit the Collectives fancy and allow them to talk with the authorities. After all, the traders had never encountered a ship from the collective before.