Z-81 still had the larger ship on the edge of scanner range and it still wasn't responding probably because they probably couldn't pick up their transmissions. Maybe they were to weak or they might be completely incompatible. Still though they had received a message from the smaller ship in the area but they couldn't understand them they were trying to decider the language with the same computer algorithm they had used to decrypt The Invaders language. However they would need more so they could translate it. Captain Varra sat pondering what to do then she made a judgement call "let's deal with the small ship first send them a message telling them to enter the hanger send it in our language but also show them a visual representation of what we want them to do. Have the shuttle guide them in from the front and keep the fighters on its tail just behind". "Message sent captain what now" Commander Dix asked? "We are going to head down to the hanger in full suit and have a several guards meet us done their lets give are guests a show of force" Varra said with a smile on her face.         

Inside the hanger of Z-81 soldiers stood guard at the doors and on the catwalks. Captain Varra was standing in front of the hangers main door way with a computer terminal in hand which contained instructions on what to do incase of alien contact. Before Varra had left the bridge she had ordered comms to send a message to be sent home so the higher ups could advise them on how to proceed. Varra and her crew were all on edge as the only alien race that had been encountered before this just wanted them all dead. Hopefully these aliens would be more friendly. Varra and her crew put on their helmets as the hanger depressurised and the doors opened to allow their guests to enter.