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UFV Jaxtus, Rassillon G-Class Destroyer, Endoval System
People of Interest: Captain Julius M’Butu (Union Fleet)
The figure that filled the screen hadn't exactly been expected. It was under M'Butu's watch that first contact with an alien species was being made since.... well since the collapse. The borders had solidified after that tumultous years, the Colonial Union knew what was out there, but had no interest in contacting it or being contacted, a hard taught lesson from history. The bridge crew had gone silent as a figure emerged on screen. After generations of history bordering on mythology lessons on the various races and species that had broken the frontiers and descended with tooth and nail, the small furry creature that filled the viewscreen hadn't exactly been expected, and was far more at odds with the hulking brute that had filled it previously. M'Butu's eyes narrowed as it spoke, the odd word filtering through, either progress was being made by them or by truely remarkable set of Galactic coincidences, their languages weren't all that different. Almost certainly the former. He turned towards his Communication's officer.
"I want all of this filtered through the translation software, everything that thing said earlier and everything this one is saying,"
He had no idea if it was going to work. It was a prototype at best, and had passed all sorts of field trials, but this was the first time it wasn't just dealing with a complex linguistics puzzle some Suatern anthropologist had come up, this was a real world situation. "I want everything gathered so far sent back to the Admiralty. Ship scans, everything they've said so far, and keep it sending. We're too far to receive help or even a message back for now, but we can keep broadcasting."
M'Butu cleared his throat and focused back on the screen. Interest to do so... that had been clear. A threat perhaps, a warning? This was uncharted territory, regulations only dealt with incursions, but as much as they were claiming that this was Union Space, Endoval hadn't really been part of Union space for generations, driving them out whilst stinging their heels with munitions wasn't the best option here, he didn't want his name going down in the history books for being the spark that lit a powder keg, 'M'butu's War'. Keep up the communication, see if they could get through to each other, time for the software to work its magic, as well as whatever they were using.
"Whilst your presence here is a breach of Union sovereignty, we hope that this was a oversight as opposed to a planned incursion. The distress beacon originates from one of our ships, and any attempts to interfere with the rescue operation will be met with a similar response. Any survivors, technology, or materials are Union owned, and any move to salvage or claim this for yourselves will once again result in a forceful response." He paused for a moment, a few beads of sweat were pooling at the base of his neck. "We wish to avoid any conflict here. This is a ship of war, but today I extend an olive branch towards you, I say take it,"
GrieveWriter
People of Interest: Captain Julius M’Butu (Union Fleet)
The figure that filled the screen hadn't exactly been expected. It was under M'Butu's watch that first contact with an alien species was being made since.... well since the collapse. The borders had solidified after that tumultous years, the Colonial Union knew what was out there, but had no interest in contacting it or being contacted, a hard taught lesson from history. The bridge crew had gone silent as a figure emerged on screen. After generations of history bordering on mythology lessons on the various races and species that had broken the frontiers and descended with tooth and nail, the small furry creature that filled the viewscreen hadn't exactly been expected, and was far more at odds with the hulking brute that had filled it previously. M'Butu's eyes narrowed as it spoke, the odd word filtering through, either progress was being made by them or by truely remarkable set of Galactic coincidences, their languages weren't all that different. Almost certainly the former. He turned towards his Communication's officer.
"I want all of this filtered through the translation software, everything that thing said earlier and everything this one is saying,"
He had no idea if it was going to work. It was a prototype at best, and had passed all sorts of field trials, but this was the first time it wasn't just dealing with a complex linguistics puzzle some Suatern anthropologist had come up, this was a real world situation. "I want everything gathered so far sent back to the Admiralty. Ship scans, everything they've said so far, and keep it sending. We're too far to receive help or even a message back for now, but we can keep broadcasting."
M'Butu cleared his throat and focused back on the screen. Interest to do so... that had been clear. A threat perhaps, a warning? This was uncharted territory, regulations only dealt with incursions, but as much as they were claiming that this was Union Space, Endoval hadn't really been part of Union space for generations, driving them out whilst stinging their heels with munitions wasn't the best option here, he didn't want his name going down in the history books for being the spark that lit a powder keg, 'M'butu's War'. Keep up the communication, see if they could get through to each other, time for the software to work its magic, as well as whatever they were using.
"Whilst your presence here is a breach of Union sovereignty, we hope that this was a oversight as opposed to a planned incursion. The distress beacon originates from one of our ships, and any attempts to interfere with the rescue operation will be met with a similar response. Any survivors, technology, or materials are Union owned, and any move to salvage or claim this for yourselves will once again result in a forceful response." He paused for a moment, a few beads of sweat were pooling at the base of his neck. "We wish to avoid any conflict here. This is a ship of war, but today I extend an olive branch towards you, I say take it,"
GrieveWriter