[@MissingAxis] The process of dialogue is long and slow and grueling. Every single word must be taught and learned, and with barely any common ground to be found in even the body language of either parties, the only real true way of learning was the hard way of long hours of trial and error. It was really only through the help of the computers that both parties had brought, as well as the severity of the situation at hand, that Admiral Erling hadn't long since given up and tried to pass this task to another. By the end of their hours long session, of which annoyingly little progress had been made, they'd at least made solid headway into understanding enough basic concepts in order to discuss simple topics, which the alien envoy was trying to do now. Erling took a moment to piece together the alien's fragmented speech, before nodding slowly in understanding. Its requests were fair enough, he supposed, and after a moment he returned a reply through the use of his computer. "We will not leave here," came the response. "We send vessel for home. Go to Lord." And with that, things seemed to come to an end. The alien boarders gathered their belongings and returned to their shuttle outside, while the soldiers within the bay stood down, perhaps a little awkwardly as they began to move slowly from their cover, but with a collective sigh of relief. Admiral Erling returned to his position in the bridge, and after several minutes, a single ship peeled off from the fleet, heading back through the rip lane to bring word back home. Contact had been made, peacefully at that.