Trade, a universal basis for multiple economies of varying means and needs. At its core it can make a galaxy turn even as it appears that all things are falling apart. One of multiple basis needed to form civilization; and after all the wealth that generates from it wasn't all that bad either once it was on ones hands. Now then wealth was the name of the game as a series of freighters and merchant vessels dropped from hyperspace, a not at all unusual occurrence; even more so as the vessels were marked with the all familiar rainbow comets of the Baobab Family. A constant for many years since the family had established the merchant fleet ages ago. Now though it was no longer just on its own, it was part of the newly founded Most Serene Republic of Manda.
With the vessels arrival; it was the lead vessel that opened the communication channels first. Havicl stood quietly on the bridge as he stared out of the large view screen before him. Noticing the traffic that was coming and going from the planet below. Nodding silently as the channel was open before the familiar language was spoken.
"Demeezz bo treeza Boabab. Motex goy kiladez." (This is _____ (identify yourself/spacecraft). Request landing coordinates, please.)
Havicl spoke, the ancient language of Bocce awaiting a response in kind or of another language that was known to a member of the multi-species crew.
@[member="HK-36"]
With the vessels arrival; it was the lead vessel that opened the communication channels first. Havicl stood quietly on the bridge as he stared out of the large view screen before him. Noticing the traffic that was coming and going from the planet below. Nodding silently as the channel was open before the familiar language was spoken.
"Demeezz bo treeza Boabab. Motex goy kiladez." (This is _____ (identify yourself/spacecraft). Request landing coordinates, please.)
Havicl spoke, the ancient language of Bocce awaiting a response in kind or of another language that was known to a member of the multi-species crew.
@[member="HK-36"]