As the Trapper waited for the others to arrive, Major Tom began to detect them on the ultra-long-range sensor equipment, assisted by the IFF systems. Major Tom notified Reginald, "Sir, I'm detecting the other members of the task force, most of them have just warped in and are quickly rendezvousing. Shall we do a commutative hail?". Reginald thought for a moment, biting an apple. With a bit of it still in his mouth, "Yesh. Lhets do daht.", and he took another bite. "Fhuck, dis is a ghood ahhple.". Major Tom did the A.I. equivalent of a laugh, "Makes me sad I don't have taste buds, it looks very appetizing on my sensors, sir.".

Major Tom opened hailing frequencies to The Vultures Claw, the Nelson, the Europa, the Resource, the Vespera, and the Mictlantecuhtli. All at once.

Reginald says hello to everyone first, "Hello, this is the HSV Trapper, specifically it's captain, Sir Reginald Nelson. ...Hey! I already have a ship named after me? Shucks. In any case, our Teotl class here is our flagship, yes? I'll be following orders from you then. Please, just allow our rustbucket to hide behind your ships' heavy armoring, Sir. We can't take hits as good as anyone else here, but I'm certain we can punch above our weight class decently enough to compensate."

"And, The Resource, I already apologize for having to take up most of your time!", he adds quickly.