Elsen was furious. As a Director of the Diplomatic Branch of the Political Officers. He should be the one sending people with these exploratory fleets not be the one sent. But there was nothing he could do about it. And as he was here, he would make the most out of this situation.
The 3000 ships strong fleet exited out of Underspace in a random system, past Hydrosian territory.
“Sir, there is a sign of xeno activity. Should we proceed with first contact proceedure?”
“This is Director Elsen of the Diplomatic Branch of the Political Officers from the Grand Comissariat of Enver, in command of the Second Exploratory Fleet. Our mission is to discover and contact xeno civilizations. We await your response.”
The message was sent all throughout the system, on over a thousand different frequencies, in all languages know to the Envari (Envari, languages of previously contacted nations and languges of Envari slaves. These include Human dialects and Colestian).
The Local Istrian police commander, Zoran Kazimir Dragoljub, is informed of the unknown vessels:
“There are some unidetnified Vessels sending us messages in some weird language.” says a police officer.
Zoran responds: “Weird, there have been a lot of these weird events happening recently. Do what Milorad Ljubo Branislav did, send them the same message that he sent in binary, while telling them we do not understand them.”
The Police officer Responds: “Yes, sir.”
While forces on the planet prepare for combat, a probe is sent to transmit the message:
“01010111 01100101 00100000 01100011 01100001 01101110 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 00100000 01110101 01101110 01100100 01100101 01110010 01110011 01110100 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101110 00100000 01010111 01101000 01100101 01110010 01100101 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01100110 01110010 01101111 01101101 00101100 00100000 01110111 01101000 01111001 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01101000 01100101 01110010 01100101 00111111” (We can not understand you. Where are you from, why are you here?)
While this happens, Milorad calls for the nearest fleet to be prepared to provide backup if an attack happens.
“They are transmitting to us a message in binary sir.”
“Typical. These xenos are too primitive to even use translators. Send them the message again, but this time in binary.”
“Right away sir.”
Probably primitives, probably just starting their colonization of space. A perfect fit for subjects, maybe it would even be possible to subjugate them diplomatically. But for now, more information is needed. At least the Coalition didn’t reach them first.
The Local Istrian police commander is informed:
“They have responded. Director Elsen of the Grand Commisariat is here to discover and contact “xeno civillizations”. They await our responce.”
Zoran would respond: “I wish to send a message personally.”
The police officer responds: “Yes, sir.”
The probe would send out a message:
“This is Zoran Kazimir Dragoljub, commanding the “Zlatengrad” garrison. I welcome the opportunity for dialogue and cooperation.”
This message is sent in all known dialects of Istrian (OOC: mostly mix of Bulgarian and Church Slavonic), and in Binary.
After the message is sent, Zoran Kazimir Dragoljub orders the preperation of all defences and forces on the planet, and requests that any and all nearby fleets be prepared to provide assistance in the case of an attack.
“They sent sent us another set of messages, in multiple languages and in binary.”
Elsen looked at the messages. The languages shared some similarities with Union, a language spoken by most of the terran slaves. Maybe this another terran nation. If so,they might have some knowledge about the directorate.
“Sent the other languages to translation and prepare to send another message in binary.”
“Would it be possible to choose a meeting spot on one of your planets or starships, so that we may discuss further diplomatic details? If you don’t have any diplomats here, we can wait untill one arrives.”
Zoran would read the message himself, responding:
"I would be willing to request a fleet come here, or your ships landing at the spaceport at [INSERT COORDINATES HERE] so we can communicate face-to-face, however for any concrete diplomatic missions I could forward your messages to the leader of Istria. "
With this message being sent in the same languages (and binary) as before, Istrian forces await at their positions, manning the defences while tanks, aircraft and other combat systems prepare for a landing force. The nearby fleets await orders, keeping only far enough to not get spotted or detected. Yusuf Hasan II “Sadiq” “observes” the situation via Zoran’s messages and information sent to him.
“I believe that the best option would be getting a qualified diplomat in here. Military commanders don’t usually make good diplomats. I would prefer to avoid any misunderstandings.”
The message was sent in one of the Istrian dialects. The weapon systems on the ships were deactivated, but the shields and AS-guns (Anti Space - space anti air) remained active.
“I agree, I will contact the Istrian leader and get a diplomat here.”
With the message being sent in the same languages (and binary) as before, Zoran would contact the Istrian leader:
“Hello! I request a diplomat comes to Zlatengrad, as there is a diplomat of sorts, from “Enver”.”
Yusuf Hasan II responds: “A diplomat will be sent.”
Zoran would say: “Thank you.”
“Inform me when this diplomat arrives. Then I will head to a place selected by your officials for the talks.”
The contact was going smoothly. Those “Istrians” have accepted talks and seeing as they are one of the many Terran off-shoots, it will be easier to avoid any cultural issues. This frontier could almost be declared as secured.
The diplomat arrives, and a message is sent:
"The diplomat has arrived. Land at [INSERT COORDINATES HERE].
(OOC: at the planet where the first contact happaned.)"
Elsen along with his personal guard entered his shuttle. It was fully black, its body made up of gentle curves, unlike the older designes. It was fairly large and armed, with luxury compartments for any important officials onboard. But Elsen chose to wait in the airlock. It was a short trip anyways.
The shuttle gently slip through the atmosphere and landed in the place selwcted by the Istrians. First, 20 Black Guards came out. They were 4.5 meters tall, wearing completely black armors and rifles. They areanged in two rows on the both sides of the door. After them came out Elsen. He was 4 meters tall and wore a long, grey coat with gold and red stripes and several medals pinned to hus chest. He also wore an officers hat with a similat color scheme to the coat, with a large, golden star at its front. He also had a pistol. His face was similar to the human one in shape, but it was beige, completely hairless and thin. His eyes were fully black and there were two tubes coming from his cheeks. These tubes had two thin cables connected to them, disappearing beneath his coat.
As Elsen stepped out of his shuttle his eyes shrinked, adjusting to the planets sunlight. He walked slowly, until he reached the end of the rows of Black Guards.
“All hail the Grand Comissar.” His voice was calm and emotionless, one could say artificial. He spoke perfect Istrian, but his lip movements didn’t match the words he spoke.
“All hail the Grand Comissar!” The Black Guards shouted in unison, in the same voice as Elsen.
A 3 meter high man would slowly approach, adorned in a white robe (OOC: it’s just a Thawb), followed by guards in a smooth full-body camoflauge armor carrying standard issue Istrian rifles. He had several scars on his face, while bearing several medals on his chest for his service to the state. He greeted the visitor with a simple greeting: “Welcome.”
“I’m Director Elsen, I’m here to estabilish diplomatic contact with your nation. Who are you?”