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The hail went out and an audio return message came back from the Orions =/\= We are the trade vessel Spooten. We are here to pick up milk, cheese, and wine from the Deba colony.=/\= It said.

Th’elin nodded as the message came in. =/\=Orion Vessel, this is Captain Th’elin Zarath of the Federation Starship Sentinel. We are investigating an attack on the Deba Colony which resulted in what looks like the total destruction of the Colony and it’s inhabitants. I must ask that you not try to beam down to the planet. When were you last in contact with the Colony?/=/\=

=/\= Our last trade was over three months ago, we placed an order for the mentioned supplies back then. The news of Deba colony’s destruction is disheartening. We have many client’s orders to fill from them. Is there any news on what caused this destruction you found?=/\= The male voice asked.

From the helm, Kohana offered a ‘phhhh’ before adding, “Orions don’t trade, they take.”

CPO Black Wolf (helm)

The Captain held a hand up to quiet Wolf, but was thinking about the wording of the communication. As much as he didn’t like the idea of it, Mr. Wolf was sadly correct about most Orion contact with Federation worlds. There were honest traders, and it wasn’t unknown to find them in the sector, but it would be wise to amek duly sure before taking the vessel at it’s first word…

Amber frowned at Wolf’s comment and tapped a comment to his console. …Easy, Wolf… They can hear us like we hear them. This is the Captain’s call… If he bothered to turn around, he would see her smile and nod in reassurance she wasn’t mad, just warning him for his own sake.

Everyone had opinions about other races than their own. Many thought that way of humans as well. But she knew all races were different and one could easily believe the trade story as well as the fact it was a ruse. But till they knew otherwise, the Captain would have to make the call regardless of everyone’s personal opinions. For herself, the fact they had ‘specifics’ and not just ‘trade things’ was a bit of a plus on their end.

Amber Comm

Here, Zarath turned to Amber and ran a finger across his throat to kill the outgoing signal momentarily.

“Have they made any other transmissions? Were they responded to?” He also looked at the Science NE. “Full scan, I want to know if anything looks off about our friends, and prepare the tractor beam just in case.”

-Zarath, CO

There was no sign of other transmissions incoming or outgoing, not any responses. Scans of the ship mostly matched their story they were a ‘merchant’ ship on configuration the armaments while on the heavy side weren’t anything to concern the Sentinel about mostly off shot disruptors and older photon torpedo systems which were not armed. The shields were a more modern set and raised but otherwise nothing threatening. The language plating IDing the ship did confirm with the name given before as did the registry and ship IDs on comms. If they were here to cause trouble they were doing a poor job of it.

GM CockRoach

OOC: Bumping!

GM CockRoach