“We’ve received a message from the unknown contact out past the red planet. Several of the languages are similar to what we’ve seen before. We’re running a translation. Translation complete in… now.” The ensign handed the data print off to the Admiral.
“They use FM frequencies? That’s unusual. Very well, pull up the visual in the Command Center.” Romulus walked out of the CIC and into the Command Center. Standing at attention in his pressed blues, Romulus waited for the signal that the connection was made. As soon as the light turned green, he began to speak.
“Captain Janeway, my name is Admiral Romulus, I am the commander of the Remnants of Kobol Imperial Navy. We are allies of this planet.”
“Very well.” Major Friedman removed his belt, took off his comms unit, and put the belt in the raptor. The door closed on the raptor and locked. “There, I’m disarmed. As for your questions, cycles are our time period. It’s a standard unit; roughly the same as one of your years. Our history can be found on this data card. You’ll also find our medical research and information. We give it to you in good faith. If it becomes weaponized, we will remove this information by force, if necessary. Now, lead on.”