It appears in the sky with a burst of energy as it drops out of warp. A ship, right overhead and large enough to be visible to the naked eye for much of the population of Amenta.
"I assume you'd have to have a security protocol either way, but does it come up much in your adventures?"
"Came up a lot for a while, hasn't come up so recent-ly. Though I was on your shuttle here just in case, didn't 'spect it to matter."
"Oh, that would have been embarrassing if we'd managed to cause an incident right off the bat, though I'm admittedly not sure where they got the Voan."
"Ah. I assume they did."
Neh should. Probably say things without specific prompting or something.
"Amenta has been a lot calmer than I'm used to."
Neh glances to Sierra for help. Sierra is busy in a different conversation.
"The Federation."
Sierra should really be able to read her mind and come rescue her. Why can't they be linked like Borg.
"We wanted to help people and they weren't happy about how we did it."
"Huh, did it turn out they were fine after all, or was the cure just worse than the condition?"
Sierra finally notices her friend is having A Time, and heads over the join the conversation.
"Sorry don't stop on account of me, just making rounds to see how people are doing and answer any questions. What were you discussing?"
"Ah. Yeah. I'm beginning to think that this would be better addressed sooner rather than later. It's a somewhat delicate subject and I didn't want to drop it on you all right away."
"It's sad but hardly surprising that there would still be war among people who travel the stars," says Pahatun. "But I'd like to be able to tell the folks back home what interests and norms we need to be on the lookout for ourselves, at least."