Nouvelle 
Somewhere in space 

Vellais smirked and eyed the image they received “ Well I get it, but…..why so theatric” she said chuckling some. “ Ma’am! radar contact bearing 095! its the source of that last transmission.” the radar officer yelled, sounding quite surprised. Vela’s quickly brought up her rear cameras just in time to see the dot of the ship move across the sun before disappearing into the blackness of space. “ Give them two radar pings, one of our location and one for range. Track their heat signature and make sure that ping hits them directly, we can’t mess this on up.”. Commander Vellais chuckled as she thought about her next statement “ Send them a docking image as well……and try to make it look not so intimate please”.