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[its_uhura]

Nyota stared at the world coming closer in her viewscreen. Four days and now...her secret passion, so close. The radio frequencies were so promising. IT seemed far more primiative than it ought to be, but there were people down there, speaking a variant of Basic. Shouldn't take too long to pick it up

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[sf_spyman]

"I leave it in your capable hands, Captain," he smirked, looking up from his journal.

"How long ago did those ships go missing?" he asked. It would take more than a few centuries for them to regress this much, he'd thought, unless there were other forces at work.

[its_uhura]

"You're far more familiar with first contacts than me, I'll take your advice," Nyota responded. Considering this was her first first contact ever, he better be more experienced. She was still keeping her glaive out. She hit the button for the door to open.

[sf_spyman]

"Follow me," he nodded. Standing in the doorway, he allowed whomever was out there to see him first, hands empty, a curious but not threatening look on his face. Taking one step outside, he glanced around at the landscape, not seeing anyone right away. "Come on out," he murmured to her.

[its_uhura]

Uhura follows his lead, as she promised to do. She hoped they weren't going to be a good idea. As they start firing arrows right away, she doesn't think it is.