[@White Feather]

[b][i]FD Trigati, hangar bay[/i][/b]
The alien shuttle arrived safely on board. Good. They were at least smart, or so astra thought. She rectified that thought when one of the aliens simply jumped out, without any sort of headgear and wearing some sort of suit that in Astra’s opinion offered very little protection. What if their atmosphere wasn’t breathable for them? the Faira could see the creature’s chest move, indicative of breath.

The shuttle itself reminded her of something the Faira last used the first few decades after their Exodus, before they built up the bulk of their fleet. The craft was a slapjob of anything space worthy and frankly, Astra would be afraid to fly in that thing. Maybe they should perform some maintenance on it as a sign of goodwill? No no, better not to touch anything, or they might take it as a sign of danger.

After the visitor did not collapse within few seconds, the Captain guessed it was lucky to breathe either oxygen or nitrogen. The alien appeared to be interested in her eyes, so the faira bent forward and lowered her gaze to the eye level of the alien. “Hello.” she tried to mimic the creature’s voice to the best of her abilities.

It said some more, but naturally Astra understood none of it. Instead she showed the alien the open palms of her hands to indicate she was unarmed (Which of course was a lie with the blasters built into her suit, but they didn’t know that. “I am captain Astra.” she said, pointing to herself and choosing the longest formulation of her thoughts she could think of in a bid to keep the alien talking so the RLC engineers could develop a translation. “I am one of the Faira.” she said, gesturing towards a few of the hangar techs when mentioning the name of the species, hopefully indicating the plural well enough. “You are on board the Trigati.” she followed with a wide swing of the arms to point out she meant the ship.