"What kind of emergency do you have in mind?"

"Something you consider potentially breaking the ceasefire to be worth. We don't want communicating with us to be unilaterally controlled by one side of a conflict."

"Thank you, I appreciate the offer. Simply owning such an object doesn't violate the terms and we will be happy to accept."

Moira is satisfied with this!

The Amaliens* depart soon afterwards, after handing over a video player with the same information that was broadcast to the rest of the world.

*in this case the nationality, rather than the species. 

Okay, with that sorted out, the Tapai are putting together a delegation! How big of one can the Amaliens accommodate? What topics do they expect to cover?

Six would be ideal but up to twenty is fine, though most would have to bunk up if they wanted to stay overnight in that case. They want to discuss the state of tech-nology on Amenta and what sort of issues they need help with and also make friends!

Okay. They are sending a Tapai blue and a green, the Voan green, and additional greens from Cene, Anitam, Yvalta, Litholee, and Celenta, to represent the most populous countries (Yvalta's not but it is the most presentable example of an Oahksphere country, and Litholee isn't either but it can represent the other 'lees and their cultural sphere, and also these were the greens they happened to have ready to go on short notice who are relevant to this).

Do they want to be picked up as a group or independently? 

Tapa has assembled them all in Shapto!

A shuttle picks them up. The ride is smooth, silent, and rather quick. The pilot appears to be a young boy, with an equally young girl sitting shotgun leaning against what appears to be a pet black bear. The girl's face and what's visible of her body have surgical scars. 

The blue introduces himself as Pan Pahatun. Would they like the greens' names? What are theirs?

"I'm Neh and this is Sivil. He probably shouldn't talk too much now cause he's piloting. We'll be there soon."

Then they will settle in to wait quietly.

Eventually they land in the docking bay of a massive ship - easily enough space for several hundred passengers. The docking bay itself is cavernous, containing a few other shuttles and one large airplane sized ship.

They are greeted by the Captain!

"Hello again! I'm Captain Sierra of this ship, from the Amalien Expanse. I'm excited to meet all of you. What are your names?"

"I'm Pan Pahatun! These are Chi Katme, astronomer and speculative xenologer, from Tapa; Ilun Moka from Anitam, biochemist; Vatri of House Ndakar in Yvalta, physicist; Nidace Sotra from Cene, geologist; Lanut Kei from Celenta, ecologist; Yonde be-Balar de-Zuvad of Voa, metrologist; and Spree Achan of Litholee, linguist. If there's any other specialties we should be recruiting for, please let me know; this was a cross-section of areas of interest among greens fluent in Tapap so we could all communicate and representing a spread of nations."

Lucien franticly enters the names and specialties into his datapad as they are said, managing to keep up but just barely.

"And this is Lieutenant Commander Lucien. It's his first first contact just like it's yours if I'm not mistaken. I'm excited for you all to meet him as much as I'm sure he's excited to meet you!"

Captain Sierra knows* who he is and is introducing him to aliens!!

Lucien graduated top of his class in Operations and so he has the sort of elite training needed to not eep aloud and hide behind his datapad. 

*He has been an officer on the bridge with her for about a month now, and yet.

"Your range of backgrounds sounds great for a first meeting. Our Chief Science Officer Vira might have additional suggestions but she's been distracted by something about how you have very interesting urban planning. I'm sure she'll be along once she realizes you're here."

"Huh, what's interesting about our urban planning? You're right this is our first first contact, so we haven't a clue how everyone else does it!" says Pahatun.

"Something to do with it being unusually well optimized for your techno-log-ical level for getting rid of trash and while keeping lots of people in the same place?"

Sierra walks them to a conference room as they continue chatting.

"Ah! I'll have to tell our city planners we're ahead in that department, then." Walk walk. Spree Achan has a limp and a cane.

Lucien will write a note to have someone check with Spree privately about whether he wants his leg fixed. He is a bit proud of himself for this idea.

It's nice that she doesn't have to speed up to match walking speed with taller aliens.

"It's really impress-ive! Logistical ability is a place where Amaliens have had to do a lot of improvement over the past century. It's cool how Amenta has managed to do great at that on such a large scale!"