"Sir, they've replied," a technician notified the captain from his technician's chair.
"What did they say? Put it on the big screen," the Captain ordered the technician.
The technician pressed a few buttons. On the main display screen of the ship, which lined across the north wall of the bridge (normally a type of windshield/camera), words began to display. It was the message from the Relorians. As the captain red the transmission, whisper began to occur throughout the ship as if this was the new scandal like the one that had occurred on Level 3 of the ship a few weeks ago when the first class engineer Stephanie Martilla and her superior officer were caught leaving engineer quarter room four together.
"Relorians, eh? I remember them. Good fellows," the Captain finally said, speaking up.
"Should I notify Mokai, sir?" a second transmission carrying a coffee mug asked with earnest. The entire crew was excited. The first contact with anyone since the return, and they weren't even hostile. They were friendlies, no, allies who the New Xanacorian Empire (or rather Xanacorian Empire, pre-separation) had helped over ten years ago in a great war before the Nyx War.. Before the separating of Xanacoria.
"No, let the man sleep. I can handle this. We need to get those engines fixed, and the Relorians seem to know what they're doing," the Captain spoke.
The second technician came up to the Captain's chair and handed him the coffee mug which he began to drink from. As the Second technician walked away, the Captain looked at the first. The first caught the Captain's stare and looked back up at him, waiting for him to speak. He saw in the Captain's eyes a mix of excitement and slight fear, though he knew the Captain would never fess up to the latter, because it would damage ship morale.
"Send back this transmission, sergeant. Message begins: We would be most grateful to accept your offer. Our empire is in great dept to you. Unfortunately, our leader in command is currently resting. Our second-in-command can establish diplomatic relationships on his behalf if the people aboard your ship can properly represent your entire people. Again, much thanks for the assistance. Please instruct any boarding parties to board in dock b, opening now... End message. Oh, and Al, open the docking bay, dock b. Have everyone on the hanger deck ready."
"Yes sir," replied a third tech, who seemed to be named Al, who followed his orders.
:K: START TRANSMISSION;
:K: We would be most grateful to accept your offer. Our empire is in great
:K: dept to you. Unfortunately, our leader in command is currently resting.
:K: Our second-in-command can establish diplomatic relationships on his behalf
:K: if the people aboard your ship can properly represent your entire people.
:K: Again, much thanks for the assistance. Please instruct any boarding parties
:K: to board in dock b, opening now.;
:K: END TRANSMISSION;