The two soldiers stopped caring about the surroundings for a moment and joined their commander in staring at the floating words.
“How does it…? How did it…?”
The Primarch’s expression transitioned from cold fury to boundless befuddlement as he tried to decipher the alien’s communication attempt, but to no avail. The synapses only started to fire up after a few seconds. The alien only communicated using their language [i]after[/i] he put the strange device on his head. As an intelligence officer, he did not like at all the alien was learning their language and not the other way around, but it would have to do.
“I see now.” he said, tapping the device with his finger, “I was worried this thing messed with my head and I guess it did, but in a different way than I feared.” he turned to his men. “I’m relinquishing command outside of this negotiation until we can be sure there’s nothing wrong with my head.” Perhaps the alien could learn more of their language, maybe even in spoken form, through the device.

Reattaching the device back to his head, he turned back to their host. “Let’s see if I’m right, even though I can’t make heads or tails of your literary creations.” he decided to try his luck, “I am Primarch carthus Ascari” he said, pointing to himself, “and I represent the Narix Republic.” this making a wide gesture towards the shuttle and his men. “And who are you, and where did you come from?”