[b][u]Thought for the day: "Pain is temporary. Honour is forever"[/u][/b]

[b]Nouvelle, Space[/b]

The Lorca Prowler glided forwards towards the foreign ship, then paused some 250 kilometers away, slowly to a halt remarkably quickly. Although it was a stealth ship, it still had a small hanger that was capable of holding a Gaia dropship (and indeed, was) and as such wasn't too small a vessel. While it was certainly smaller than a combat vessel, it wasn't small enough that one might expect it to decelerate so fast. It turned and began a standard docking procedure, its shields shutting down. It was now close enough that one could make out the detail; it appeared to have two "wings" that were segmented and folded tightly against the craft, their presence betrayed only by small cuts along their perimeter, which were clearly designed to be deployable for some reason. It had several weapon ports and had an undermounted cannon of some sort. Regardless, it wasn't suited for combat. Notably, it didn't appear to have any airlocks; the only ways in appeared to be the hanger and two small circular doors on its top and bottom
Another message was returned to the ship. A stick figure exiting a craft vaguely similar to the alien one and then choking to death. There was a small flashing symbol over it. The stick figure was that of a Lorca, and as such was digitigrade and with stick mandibles. This was followed by a chemical breakdown, by electron number (at least it seemed that way) of gasses. Oxygen appeared to be the primary gas, the one they breathed. The symbol flashed again after it, an awkward enquiry as to whether they would choke the second they left the ship.