Lt.Cmdr Nikal 
Ahman Sul Territory 

Nikal floated in the space behind the Tumen watching as the unknown aliens unloaded his crew, taking his own stock. Next to him floated the special operations platoon leader, a lieutenant and a fairly new one, this was his first command. A large command level radio sat between them, hooked into Nikal’s and the lieutenant’s suit as they listened to the evacuation underway. The bridge crew had already destroyed all of the equipment on the bridge and elsewhere but there was still a good amount of weapons and ordinance onboard the ship, all of this new nation to plunder and study.

The two of them communicated with the rest of the crew in a half awake zombie like state, a skill the two haven’t used since training. Most of the crew was on their last couple hours of watch when the pirates attacked and had been up ever since. Everyone has visibly tired, even for a race who trained for conflict constantly and relished in their ability to deal with any hardship. This whole scenario was embarrassing for Nikal, not only did a singular rogue ship nearly destroy the Tumen but they had to be rescued by some unknown nation. As far as first impressions go this was not the best, they seemed pretty weak.

After the evacuation ended the pair met the rest of the ships officers on the 12D docking spire, to discuss their next moves and how they feel about this new nation.

“ 200 assigned 170 present sir, 30 dead from combat action with pirates” the officer, sighed obviously annoyed “. As far as the people who rescued us, they look like honorable people, they even have Aradites in their staff. They have put the wounded crew into some sort of medical ward, while the rest are in a holding area”. 

Nickel nodded “ Good, well I’m about to find out what they want in a second. Stay with the crew and monitor the wounded, I want one or two of you with each group at all times. Lt. Jilaal…” he said turning towards the Special operations platoon leader “ I want two of your men to accompany me up there, get the rest ready to operate at a moments notice” he said as two operators were waved over. Nickal peeled the emergency pressure suit off his body, revealing his disheveled and dirty dress uniform. Blood, probably his own, stained the collar and there was still the remnants of vomit on the front. Both of the operators that were with him were equally as dirtied, Aradite blood was spattered all over their, charred and pitted armor. The fatigue could be seen in their eyes and movements, they were slow and lacking the normal grace by which Aradites move with. While Nikal only had a pistol stuffed into the back of his uniform pants, both operators had their primary and secondary weapons on them in different states of readiness. Both pistols were holstered and their rifles were either slung off to the side or slung behind them as they walked up to the group of soldiers. Some of the non Aradite members might of found it funny that both weapons were loaded with the safeties off as they casually walked, this was business as usual to them. 

“ I am Lieutenant Commander Neavou Nikal of the Septonian Concordant, on behalf of my crew I would like to thank you for saving us and welcoming us to your home” he said, the guilt in his voice nearly too obvious.