This entire area was in chaos. Ships were [i]still[/i] just popping in out of nowhere. It was a wonder that it hadn’t all just devolved into a big free for all firefight already. Still, that was a good thing. The rather blunt crew of the massive metallic megalith had transmitted, with their primitive radios, their intention to assist in the Intent’s humanitarian activities, once they’d sent a team to make sure they weren’t ‘Cylons’ whatever they were. Rhea transmitted back, again only on audio as they likely wouldn’t be able to receive any more complex signals.

“I assure you, I am one hundred percent pure Nietzschean. I am fairly certain we have no ‘Cylons’ aboard, though not knowing what a Cylon is, I honestly couldn’t say.”

Cutting the comms, she then addressed the next message.

[quote=RogerD]“This is Captain Weston of the USS Aurora, I am sorry for not replying sooner, but it seems the arrival of another ship, who were suitably worried by the seemingly large build up of unfamiliar vessels, and rightly so. However – I would like to invite you, or if you would prefer I could come aboard your vessel so that we may meet.”[/quote]

“That is a very gracious offer Captain Weston. My ship lacks small craft and I will not break formation with the Andromeda while my people are aboard, so you will have to meet me on my ship. I will make sure the dorsal bay has space to land a small craft.”

Of course, she also wanted to meet this Captain Weston on familiar territory, where she would have the advantage. The idea of seeing his ship up close was somewhat appealing, but largely useless, as unlike her AI, she could only infer vulnerabilities, not scan the area down to the last bolt and weld.

As co-ordinates came in from the Aurora, she also had them forwarded to the Andromeda with an explanation of what they were for. They seemed like a reliable ally, and Rhea could always use more of those.