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"So why don't we just, I dunno, try talking to them?" Tony Spark stopped abruptly in his pacing to propose. He had thought not so long but very hard on their current circumstance. There was a ship in the sky. There were ships in their atmosphere. They were silent, staring in the face of who might be their demise. Or, maybe not. Maybe the beings in the sky, who popped by so unfashionably abrupt, meant something less than malicious.

When the next pulse of readings came from Eterna, Xaiani slid a crystal across her panel. There. They now had a full read of the less than familiar craft hovering high above their atmosphere. It took a minute for anything off planet, but Eterna's natural magic was able to reach and read things even farther than high orbit. The four stared at the ship in a mix of horror and wonder.

"Have you considered," Dario Moterano said slowly and with notable exhaustion, "That they can't be talked to? Look at that thing. Sure, we can contact them, but what happens next? Tea?"

Tony Spark shrugged, fixated on the plasma model before them. Tea would be a reasonable outcome, regardless of how improbable at this juncture. They didn't even know if whatever was aboard that thing was human. Did species matter, though, considering the rell?

Ulao, their resident rell, sat silent and still in malcontent. The humans argued enough as it was. They were lucky to have peace between the two nations of land dwellers on this planet, unlike some reports that came back with their science shuttles of unrest between the humans.

"I think tea with the strange alien ship currently zooming all around our everywhere would be great!" His voice dripping with sarcasm, Tony Spark shot back at Dario Moterano- but part of him meant it. Part of him really, truly wanted to contact that great thing in the sky. Part of him wanted to question them, talk to them, see what they had to offer. Dario was looking at Tony Spark as if he were the biggest fool on all Eterna, sea and land combined. Xaiani simply stared forward at the plasma model of the ship rotating slowly before them.

"You'll lead us all to ruin," Dario Moterano responded simply to Tony Spark, as if it were a definite thing. Nobody argued the point, but nobody combated it either. Before the four, the plasma ship glowed.