Seeing the weapons that the jhingese carried, the alkay team leader rested one palm on the holster at his own side and flashed a subtle hand signal to the exomorph, which shifted its weight in anticipation, vents hissing as muscles coiled and internal machinery wound up. Still, as it became clear that the aliens had no intention of using their firearms (at least for the time being) the little group relaxed.

As the jhingese skittered around examining the contact team and flashed their own intentions for orbit, the lead alkay grumbled. Raising one finger to click his comms, he asked, "Authority, are you getting this?"

"Confirmed, Contact Alpha. Are you prepared for an extended stay aboard the xeno vessel?"

The alkay shifted uncomfortably. "We don't have a whole lot of choice, do we? They're not outright hostile so protocols say we've got to give it a shot, correct?"

"Correct. We will be diverting an additional pair of escort vessels to support an emergency extraction, however. Please allow Contact Delta to relay this information. Ceasing communication."

Under the team leader's direction, Aeren played another hologram, this time showing the Jetha following its course around Key but with two additional ships joining it from orbit around the moon and following it as it slingshot around the Jovian. Once they were confident that the xenos had gotten the message, Aeren packed up the projector cube and followed their hosts out of the featureless white room.