[b][u]January 1st, 10:27 AM (Eastern USA)
Justice Station, Space[/u][/b]

Zeka did not have a chance to respond in any way to the glowing green man that flew up alongside him next to the space station before the exterior airlock opened. Waiting within was the most curious thing; a man wearing some sort of metal suit that resembled a dog. He had always been told that Americans were extravagant and eccentric but this seemed to push beyond even that.

Stepping into the still-spaced airlock, Zeka noticed the green man speaking to the dog-head-man. Did he have some kind of communicator that Zeka could not see? He was reliant on speaking normally, as he couldn’t carry a communicator of his own. Hopefully he could get that across to the two of them.

Looking between the two other men, Zeka tapped at his throat, trying to indicate that he could not speak in the vacuum of space. To emphasize this, he mouthed some meaningless syllables. The vocalization did not carry, but the small burst of radiation from his open mouth caused a brief electromagnetic feedback over their communication channel, sounding like harsh static.