[b]Above Nouvelle
Ardent Inquisitor
Docked[/b]

The Special Operation Major turned towards the pedestal that sat beside the command terminal. It flashed a dull blue and there was a hiss as it ejected a small cartridge. He reached up and slipped it into the side of his 'helmet'. For a second, the transparent eye pieces flashed with blue symbols, then settled. He removed the device and replaced it on the pedestal. A moment later, twi of the minors took up positions behind him. There was a shimmer as the trio engaged their shield, and then the minor activated their active camoflague, fading into transparancy. Sudden movements would cause distortion, generally breaking the illusion for any species with developed sense. These Lorca were trained for stealth, however, and were well adapted to the system. Some found such to be dishonourable or even a direct affront to the ways of the Warrior. Others embraced stealth and the ways of the silent hunter.

"Reveal yourselves only when I have confirmed that they harbour no ill intentions" The Major ordered, ensuring his equipment was correctly calibrated.
"Control, open the underside access."

That wasnt a mistake. The ship "docked" sideways, so that the underside access hatch was against an airlock access Generally speaking, most every Lorca ship exited through the underside and/or top. It allowed for maximum usage of space by cramming ships side by side into carriers (Not that many Shipmasters wanted to risk it...) 

The circular hatch spun open, a thin shield visible. The Lance stepped through it and took up positiom beyond it. They examined the airlock tentatively, and only the Major spoke
"Already pressurised." He glanced to the readings on his heads up display "Hm. Gravity is lower than on the Inquisitor. Let us hope it does not, but should we be taken down the path of battle, they will likely be weaker than us..." A minor spoke next, out of turn. The Airlock had not yet opened, and their trusted position granted some minor privileges
"You assume they follow our codes of honour. They could have cursed themselves in any manner of ways" He commented, and the Major paused. That was true...
The airlock opened to reveal the room beyond and the major took a few steps forwards. The two minors slipped in with him. He could vaguely make out their shapes, his predatory instincts and armour assisted in that. In some ways, this was a test of perception. Aliens could vary massively, just the diversity on their own world taught them that. They could be as sharp as a Garg or as blind as El-Auro. 
He turned to face the officer as she approached the airlock and he studied her intently, tracing her with his eyes and examining the features. There appeared to be variation between this ones build and the others. Different gender, possibly, Was there a form of address?
Did the officer expect that cloth to provide protetion? Even the most crude of weaponry would pierce the chest piece and the head gear. It must be... ceremonial? Or maybe she didn't expect combat. No, there was a battle going on outside, this ship could be boarded, surely she would have donned battle armour. Did they have some code of their own? He 'frowned' slightly and checked over his own jet black armour subconciously. Unlike the standard military, the Special Warfare branch generally kept their armour simplistic, it helped with the active camoflague. 
He continued his examination... and couldn't help but feel remarkably shamed. It was a poor guest who knew nothing of his hosts customs... and yet there was no way he could know. It was an illogical shame and yet lingered. Children were raised according to the ways of the warrior, respect was major one. The Shaper in charge of his creche used to deny them food if they failed to show sufficent respect for one of the many sites they would visit or people they would meet. He glanced to the side of his head up display as symbols flashed across it. The Major let out a low grunt, then attempted to greet them in what patches of their tongue they had put together. He bowed his head slightly as he did, a polite greeting, though he did not avert his eyes.