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"That is precisely why we are here. We are seeking new sources of knowledge and technology to help better our fellow man. If you wish to study us, then we may certain work together in this matter. My Magos, Adsiltia is aboard the flagship of our small fleet and wishes to meet you in person. Can your ship reach orbit?" The outsider looked down at the small alien, rather perplexed by the thought processes of this creature. They could pick up the radio transmissions, they weren't even remotely well encoded to prevent anyone from truly listening in on them. It seemed rather that rather than moving to attempt to combat the obvious threat these creatures were in a sense of disconnect and confusion, it was a strange thing to see so many being so disconnected from each other and thrust into deep loneliness by virtue of their unevolved nature.

"My craft is entirely space worthy, though it is beyond the capabilities of your craft to follow. Inform your Magos that I shall be at your flagship momentarily." There was a pause, barely registerable before the outsiders head snapped over to the horizon. There was a mass of supercharged particles being cast into the air, something was also causing a massive spike in energy somewhere in the distance. Tapping into the orbs sensors the outsider pushed their sensors to the extreme and both saw and felt the colossal beam of energy that was cascading down into the planet, scoring a bleeding wound against the planets crust. Following the origin path of the beam upwards towards the heavens revealed the source, some form of craft which hung in high orbit was the culprit. Initial scans would indicate it possessed at least some form of high intensity weaponry, no doubt lower band sensors would be unable to detect them before they began to power up but now they each blazed like a bonfire in the open void. The size of the craft too was notable though nothing exceptional, possibly some form of large battleship or small mobile battlestation, certainly a major danger to one lone craft but most likely the lack of mobility would hinder it significantly. That was even if its weaponry could prove to be anything of a threat to their craft.

The outsider turned their attention back to the Captain on the ground, these aliens were disconnected indeed to not have already reacted to the vessel that had just blindly attacked the planet they were on with no real goal in mind. "It would be imperative to return to your fleet Captain. I would imagine the fleet is preparing to depart with or without you upon it." Turning on their heel to walk back to the orb the green sheen that covered their armour turned a deep shade of blue that grew in colour and intensity as almost impossibly the outsider seemed to turn into blue dust which blew away and vanished into nothingness.

The orb certainly didn't wait around for questions to be asked. From where it remained floating ten feet off of the ground it suddenly shot into the open sky, rocketing past the thunderhawks with such speed that it had barely reached one hundred foot before the first sonic boom of its passing crashed loudly into the Skitarii upon the ground. Though it was going fast it certainly didn't show any signs of decelerating as it picked up speed, even in atmosphere it moved with no concern for the great trail of flame it was leaving in its wake as it screamed through the sky, a shooting star ascending to the heavens with a speed that seemed impossible for a craft with no obvious engines. It was no small wonder that a great tail of flame followed the passing of the orb as it left the planets atmosphere, having taken not even a full minute from idle to reach the openness of space.

As they passed once more into the void the orb detected some form of broadband sensor sweep coming from the diamond battlestation, no doubt an attempt to assess to the full combat capabilities of the local ships within the vicinity. They denied this intrusion, no lesser being would take information from them without their consent. In the near impossible scenario where this sweep was somehow able to penetrate their shielding as well as pierce the enigmatic armour of the craft then there were always even more advanced counter-measures. Firstly the orb emitted a burst of data roughly ten yottabytes in size, it would take even the most advanced super computer decades to be able to fully comprehend or even sift through such a vast amount of pointless empty data before they realised that none of it possessed anything even remotely useful within it. If this mass data chaff did not work the orb also projected a wave of psyonic energy that was utterly alien to anything that seemed to be native to the galaxy. This burst of energy would burn the thoughts out of any that attempted to probe the craft with their minds, and judging by what little potential the outsider had felt within the brain of the Human this burst would no doubt cause a feedback so vast it would liquefy the synapses with the brains of the small creatures.

The orb for the most part avoided going near the diamond, it had no desire to risk testing the primitives weapons, there was every chance one lucky shot would prove to be something that could damage it. Instead it shifting in space and shot towards the fleet that the outsider had seen in the memory. The ships did not take long to grow from specks into the full craft themselves, taking only another two moments for the orb to get from the point of exit of the planets atmosphere to be now hanging silently and dead still alongside what must be the command deck of the flagship, looming easily within view just a handful of meters away from the view port. These ships were disappointingly small, in the mind of the Human they had seemed vast behemoths that blotted out the stars, but to actually be up close to them showed them for what they were, small especially when put alongside the battlestation in the distance. This fleet could surely only be made up of corvettes and destroyers unless this was indeed the full construction capabilities of these primitives. Only this flagship was even remotely close to being classed as a frigate class.

On the inside of the command deck there would be a small collection of blue embers kicking up as if from nowhere, swirling and shifting over each other in an elegant dance as they coalesced together. These embers grew in ever increasing numbers as they spilled forth from panels and controls, wherever there was electricity these embers spun themselves into existence and threw themselves together to reveal the great and tall form of Chaubrartedduxumnaehinaghyleolnua, being remade just as the had been dissolved. The process of rebuilding seemed to be far quicker than deconstructing as there was an ever growing and steady stream of the small embers of blue particles that flew into one another in their haste to rebuild their body. The blue glow faded back into a soft green sheen that seemed almost impossible to see unless one was looking for it. The red visor of the outsider leaned forwards to look down upon the winged Magos, towering high above her like some form of vengeful god.

"Greetings, Magos Adsilta, we are Chaubrartedduxumnaehinaghyleolnua." The voice emanated from somewhere within the outsiders armour once more. "Your Captain Sidalphios provided me with the capability to communicate with your kind in this fashion, devolved though it is. It would appear that this craft would not be able to combat the battlestation so I suggest that you depart this system immediately. I do not know the combat capabilities of your kind but i have observed your Skitarii and found them insufficient examples of sufficient combat capabilities if the comparison can be carried across to a frigate of this size to combat a battlestation."