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"Should we make contact?" The XO asked, his inquisitive eyes falling on Admiral Hanley, who quietly shook her head. "No, not yet. None of us are either qualified or prepared to make contact with another indigenous civilization, especially one as underdeveloped as this one."

Hanley's fingers moved across a holographic display, typing in Anquietas characters as she established a connection with the larger Aschen datalink.

As she focused on the readout, the AI Chimed in.

"Admiral, I've calculated our position, and mapped current stellar patterns. Point of Origin has been configured, additionally, I have entered coordinates to the Tal'dor System, where we may resume our patrols." The AI reported. Hanley nodded, and pulled up a larger readout of the trio of Apollo fighters.

They had completed their circumnavigation of the planet, and were returning back to the ship.

"Apollo ETA is one millicenton, FTL Will be charged in one point five Millicentons. I have not detected any surface weapon launches, or communications aimed at our direction. I will continue to monitor indigenous communications."

The CIC Crew of the Esteem were hard at work, configuring the ship's FTL jump, and monitoring it's endless monitoring systems. In addition, any ground communications, from television broadcasts to cell phone communications were being listened into by an advanced sensor suite.

"No doubt they know we're up here, if our surface scans are correct... why haven't they made contact?" Eclaire wondered silently to herself.