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Captain Yiithren let out an annoyed grumble, which sounded more like a liquid burble, as Cathere finished entering the language they'd heard from the hail into a nearby console. The calibration process was always a painful one. Made him feel as though his brain was being poked and prodded by thousands of hypodermic needles. 

Brushing a orange tinged, gray tentacle against the display, Cathere finished logging and translating the unknown speech, quickly sending it out to the crews neural translators. Tapping the side of his head slightly, Yiithren gave a small nod the his communications specialist who opened up their comms.

Striding forward towards the viewport, Yiithren sent a message to all ships in the surrounding area. If they spoke the same language as the one's who hailed them, they'd respond. And if they didn't, well no response was better than a hostile one.

"Attention unidentified vessels. This is Yiithren, Captain of the Blathriin-Va, forty-first ship of Admiral Kost's war fleet and acting envoy of the Cantharian Empire. Please state your identities." 

Ending his speech, Yiithren motioned for Cathere to cut off all outgoing communications from their ship.

"Now what do we do sir?" Kurqruik asked as the ships outgoing comms shut off with a barely audible [i]'vroom'[/i].

"Now-" He said, turning to face her as the ships comms lit up with a message from another craft nearby. One that indicated aggressive action might be taken. "-we wait. And hope these creatures don't destroy themselves or us in the process."