Auroragon Bridge

Lewis appeared a bit late as a ventilation duct roared to life. The air quickly became less stale as it recovered from the breathing of all the crew in one place. Baffles flapped throughout the ship as load redirected away from empty rooms.

He quipped though thoroughly exhausted and stared at the hologram while reporting to the captain, "Well, at least if we all gasp at once at you miss Silverblade, we won't all faint now."

He eyed the captain here to report first as well as see what was going on, "Life support is back up to 90% and shouldn't brown out if we run the engines."

The Hologram of Nyaidia Sliverblade nodded "I see... and this is the only ship that made it off your world? i'm so sorry...while most of our people perished in the Nova's blast we got a way with several millions of our kind spread out over over a thousand ships..."

After Lewis rushed in and gave a report to the Captain Nyaidia's hologram said "Perhaps we can help each other?"

"Affirmative. We are the only survivors," Joruv nodded to indicate he received Lewis's data. Shaselia moved from her seat besides Joruv to give Lewis a seat, relieved of the good news. She leaned in to Lewis, whispering questions about the hydroprocessor. Last checked it was fine, but running a tad slower than it had been.

A whisper spread around the room at the mention of help. Derud had a big smile on his face, but the rest seemed wary. Maniria pointed and whispered of pointed ears to Ephalia, who frowned. The two continued to murmur to one another. Derud elbowed his wife Ephalia who shot him a sharp look. He cleared his throat and aimed his smile to Shaselia, who half returned in through her whispers. Wasn't this glorious news, he thought to himself, here they had thought they were completely alone only for another who shares their fate to-

"Aliens!" Opum grinned as he, Phetalia, and Wolov appeared in the portway for the Bridge. Derud's smile flipped one-eighty. He moved to block the view of the hologram but was massively unsuccessful. Phetalia didn't listen as he scolded her, leading Opum through the adults to get a closer look at the Hologram. Wolov stayed behind. He lingered by the door, speechless at what was happening before him. Numb to the thought of not being alone in the Universe, having made himself content with the depression that came with the loss of his home and family.

"So jet, Hi!" Phetalia waved to the hologram, Derud snatching her hand and yanking her back to him.

"Assistance would be ideal, perhaps we could conduct a trade, of resources?"

The Auroragon didn't have much, but it did have vegetation native to Norvnu, and perhaps some other resources available for trade. Lewis would likely be one of the best to speak further on anything needed for the Auroragon's continued survival.

Lewis responded quietly once sitting down patting his aching legs and resisting the urge to sleep, "The system works okay but the electrodes eroded and the tanks are rusting out. We're running the ozone purifier on carbon electrodes since they don't degrade. The originals were platinum but they don't last forever. I could use some high quality aluminum oxide pump seals to rebuild broken things all over the ship. They take a lot more power than I can spare to forge even if I have the materials. Even spare power would get me a few repairs the plasma welders suck up a lot of juice."

His raised brow peered at Opum with a smirk, "We can't go home anymore. We can't be anything but aliens or meet anything else. Engineering, science, and mathematics figured a long time ago that there aren't enough unique parts to not be more life out here somewhere."

An unquenchable optimist he shrugged at the alien woman, "Given other options of self-destruction and isolation some assistance sounds like a better option to me."

Joruv Komfeiv has left the area, heading out into The Auroragon.

"Right... well tech issues are not my field... my skills lie elsewhere..." Nyaidia said her hand absentmindingly taping the unusually thin bladed dagger on her belt. The deadly Sliverblade from which her clan got it's name.

"But with your permission Myself and a small group of engineers will travel over to your ship we can meet face to face and see how we may help each other." Nyaidia stated and waited for an an answer.


Outside the smaller of the two Lakkadian ships was orbiting and silently scanning the Auroragon.

Shaselia nodded, calculating ship operations with the new information provided by Lewis. It wasn't the best of news. She looked hopefully to Nyaidia, "Thank you," and then to Lewis with the ghost of a smile. Maybe they weren't in the worst shape, after all. They had no idea who these aliens were, or where they came from, but their stories were one and the same. Joruv gave his wife a peck on the cheek. His hands danced across the control panel as he prepared the loading bay for depressurization.

"Permission to board granted," Joruv said to Nyaidia, "It's at our humblest request that any weaponry remain peace tied. What are the atmospheric conditions optimal to your survival? We are at...22% oxygen. Loading bay depressuri-"

"First!" Phetalia shoved her way through the crowd towards the door. Derud grabbed at her and failed, earning a hopeless look from his wife. He smiled sheepishly at a glowering Maniria. Opum and Phetalia barreled from the room. They excitedly grabbed at Wolov, who didn't mirror their excitement but played along regardless. The three kids rushed off to the loading bay to greet the aliens.

Joruv swiveled to the surveillance controls. He flipped the viewscreens to display the loading bay. He hit another button, holding it down. On the screen the doors slowly began to open.

Nyaidia, her Blackguards, and the engineers made their way on the bridge. She found the children (and adults) that hounded them to get a glance annoying but she managed to not show it.

"They just carry our tools" Nyaidia heard an engineer answer the question of one of the crew.

Nyaidia took a look around the bridge with her own eyes now not though a viewer. Turning to the captain she said. "My engineers will help in whatever way they are able. I have been given the power by my government to act as a diplomat for my people and to further relations between our peoples."

"Oh," said Phetalia, shrugged, and hung back to keep watching. She was glad to hear they were going to help, but was more interested in the technology they brought along than anything else.

"Thank you," Joruv responded to Nyaidia with a light bow of his head, "I'd like to formally invite you to join us in a meal when the day is done. I'm not sure if we have the same diet, but if we can stand the same air surely our similarities extend beyond. Our protein processor malfunctioned, I'm afraid, so we've minimal to offer of that specifically. However our garden is a true treat."

Shaselia nodded and smiled greatly at the mention of the garden.