Joruv Komfiev sat silent at command control. There was a strange craft hovering not far from them, and it would appear they werenβt alone after all. The Auroragon travelers had, for the majority, convinced themselves that they were alone in this Universe.
Phetalia, who had snuck onto the bridge, knew better than to be so ignorant. Her heart pounded as she memorized the view in space.
βCan we... Can we contact...?β Derud Bagain bit his nails. Joruv nodded slowly after a pause. They had communication capabilities, untested as of yet.
βWe should,β Shaselia placed a hand on Joruvβs shoulder. He closed his eyes, opening them a minute later. From where she hid, Phetalia witnessed every adult present exchange the same look.
Joruv reached forward and flipped a switch. It was now or never. Everyone held their breath as he leaned in to the mic to speak.
βGREETINGS AND PEACE. β