Nouvelle 
Somewhere in Space

The commander had her Cryptology officer working hard on getting a rough translation programed into the system. After a an hour or two enough of the language had been analyzed that a rough translation had been achieved. Now whenever the Lorca sent them a message, it would be translated, even it would be a bad one. The radar officer who received their latest picture message couldn’t help but laugh as he watched it repeat over and over again. The Aradites also breathed oxygen so there would be no problem with compatibility, but it wasn’t something they accounted for. The meeting with the Alarai was now common knowledge amongst ship captains and was a running joke for diplomatic corps officers. Although the outcome was positive it was not something anyone wanted to repeat.
	“ Send them a message back, tell them we have compatible atmospherics” Vellais said as her command console beeped again, displaying the message they just received from the ship. “We are the Lorca…” she read aloud before copying the message into her log for the day “ Good, now we know who these people are. Lets prepare for guests shall we..” the commander said as she walked off the bridge, towards the airlock. 

Message to the Lorca Prowler 

“ We breath oxygen as well” 
( Picture attachment showing the chemical make up of oxygen and a green checkmark)