With what could only be surmised as approval, both the admiral and captain would proceed to follow the Aschen officer. Both Douglas and Aroia focusing specifically upon the officer's back. The last thing the pair wanted was their diplomatic meeting to be mistaken as an infiltration. This was maintained for most of their walk, though a few side glances to a few individuals along the route, mostly workers and a few marines attempting to quell their boredom with routine weapons maintenance; additionally tossing about what could only be a possible detonation device or ammo cartridge. All in all the behaviour of the Aschens were quite human, despite of the stories regarding lacking humility.

A note had gone noticed, specifically the use of artificial intelligence when the admiral hailed for meals. This was an intrigue to the admiral, as AI was one field the UPC had ventured down once before. As the vessels previously mentioned lacked the incorporation of such intelligence, it would seem that the UPC was not so successful with the creation. Perhaps a topic for future encounters, assuming all went well with initial contact.

Soon they would gather within a tram, a mode of transportation both of the UPC occupants were familiar as it was the best method of moving about these space behemoths. It was on the tram that Admiral Nash seemed to entertain in true negotiation.

"While I'm sure the Aschen Empire has assured dominance over their dominion, and asserted themselves as once not to trifle with, I can assure you that we are not from your woods, as the saying goes." a smile was offered in turn from the seasoned officer, a gesture and perhaps some comedy to accompany his facts.
"I've spent quite some time preparing for this meeting, under the direction of our own council as well as personal interest. The Aschen people have been known to quite the engineers, apart from ruthless to those that dare threaten their way of life."
At this point, Stratcona took pause, casting a sidelong glance to his captain, whom stood rigidly at his side with her hands firmly clasped behind her back.
"Captain, care to explain to the admiral our information regarding Earth's status?" he chimed at the lass, whom beamed him a short glare. While the two were professional in carrying out their jobs, they also had a friendly relationship that often saw the admiral tease his subordinate, whom for the most part tolerated it likely out of respect both for the rank this man held, and mutually feeling the same.
"Earth exists, in accordance to our records and recent contact with said planet. While the planet is completely depleted of any natural resources, reduced to nothing but a desert planet with the odd settlement and launch facility, the planet itself still exists, and contains a small population." the captain spoke in a matter of fact like manner, maintaining a rather direct approach to her negotiating method.

Admiral Stratcona would add, "The final elements of Earth's resources were excavated around 4,700 to 4,800 years ago. Since then, what population existed at the time spread into space. The moon is now basically a giant city while Mars became the next eden for those either refusing to leave the sol system, or were simply incapable."