The One received the message and sent another one in the form of another of themselves. Only one message this time.

"[color=silver][quote=The One] We're a bit stranded here. Sure, take your time. If we get bored, we'll send another one of us. [/quote][/color]"

While waiting for the relief that the Zetans mentioned they'll send, The Ones prepared the ship and themselves. They will make a good, nice first impression. No matter how strange these humans might be, The One are gentlemen and they will treat the others as such.

Quickly they started cleaning up the ship, dust was cleaned and junk was moved away to a cargo hold where the One-batteries were waiting to be called upon. Everyone worked together faster than a different-minded group could ever do. While a few Ones were lifting something, the others were already underneath it to clean or dismember it.

Soon the ship, at least the interior of it, looked as clean as something made of junk could possibly be.

On the bridge of the ship, where the Zetans will be received in, a table was assembled out of scrap metal and bones. Leather skin, tanned and braised acted as a cover for the table and a few bone cups were put on the table, filled with warm Glowy-One mushroom tea.

The James were armed with make-shift weapons of all kinds; bone, metal, hardened ash. Some were hidden, between the junk or in the junk itself, ready to spring an ambush if needed while the Grant were in the open. All but one of the Grant had their faces covered with helmets made of bones and leather. As soon as the Zetans would land, they’d see the James ready to defend themselves if needed but welcoming nonetheless.

The William were silently waiting their turn, waiting to be sacrificed for the good of the One. Some in the reactor room, a switch movement away from being used up, others in the mess room; getting ready to eat or be eaten and the rest, hidden away in the cargo hold.

[@Irredeemable]