“If they’ve seen us, they’ve seen us.” Rareth remarked towards Athena with a shrug of her shoulders. “We’re not here to fight them. Just keep watching, and keep us updated. Make sure we don’t end up getting caught by surprise ourselves.”

The locals were something to keep tabs on, but Rareth’s priority was still the beachhead. After ten minutes without any progress on communications, Rareth joined Dr. Wetherall by the mask, her massive form towering over the relatively unaugmented Human. Fortunately for him, she was far more understanding than demanding. “I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised to have comms issues. The program we uploaded, we couldn’t get a good signal back from it either. As I recall, it was mostly static. But we were getting [i]something[/i] from it…” She said, resting her fusion cannon on the ground as she took a moment to think. “Even static can be useful. We can use a code language; something that only requires simple signals. I believe your people have such encoding methods as well. You call it…Morse code, according to my files. Even if they are only getting static, you can send pulses in that code to get across a message.” She suggested.