[ WP ] Aliens have finally contacted us . It is a lone envoy who explains there are lots of species out there trying to contact humanity , but have been prevented by an entity since humanity existed .

The view provided by the front screen seemed to betray what we had seen of this world coming in. Our expectations where of a world of green and blue. Yet, our plan is to land on a stark desert, with it's immense heat and excessive dryness. Much too dry for our comfort. But, we are guests. The felt the best place for us to finally meet is in an open field south of a Smaller city called Phoenix, nestled in the heart of a nation known as the United States of America. The ship continued to veer along the course provided to us by the race of Humans below. Their industrious cities still belching various pollutants into their atmosphere by our studies, but as a people, experiencing the longest stretch of relative peace in it's entire history, as far as we aware. After all, it was only recently, a few hundred of the planet's rotation around it's Star, which we have deemed Selaphim'Gal, named after our home Colony, that we have been able to observe this nascent race of sentient lifeforms. This system is ripe with resources. The discovery that the Asteroid belt containing immense quantities the rare Saanium* metal. A very hard, brittle, silvery-white transition metal, used to create our most powerful armors for Flocks of war as it is generally credited with being the second densest element that we have ever found. To find a colonizable world, with people whom can provide much to our People. The discovery of a sentient race, even one as far along as the Humans are, is always a wonder that is celebrated among our people. And spirits are high among the crew. 
 
 They are an industrious people, who can adapt to any change and any environment, provided enough preparation. They are well on their way, as many others have, to creating a singular purpose amongst themselves. Even without our intervention, they will have soon reached the stars on their own. That is to be sure. But, our intervention is necessary. For they are but babes, fumbling in playful ignorance of what they have done. For years they have been broadcasting, faint, unintelligible signals, but signals nonetheless. Signals are traceable, the signals have tracked more than just us, for we are the first. For, while they are not the ultimate goal, they are the gateway to it. 
 
 The ship began to slow as we reach our destination. The screens pick up the massive crowd of onlookers. The people. By the gods, the people. Staring up at us in wonder, and fear, as we stare back the same. Although they see our ship, we see their faces. So different from ours. Where their faces flat, ours are beaked. Their eyes, affixed to the front, seem small, unable to see in the more dark periods of their planet's rotation. Whereas ours are wide, will barely be able to withstand the brightness of the day. Their scaly skin, not reptilian in nature, but a skin none the less. No feathers, like us, and our flying forefathers. But, they are bipedal, like us. Clothed, clothes are good. Albeit some designs did n't seem to show obvious purpose. These people understand civility. Their language is alien to us, as we are to them, however, communication will be simple. It was relayed that we will be bringing a device off board that will translate our languages. So that we may speak as one People. 
 
 We land. On our descent, we did notice the conspicuously placed obvious military strength off to the side of the crowd of people. However we deemed ourselves safe enough as the crowd of people did appear to be civilian in nature. This military, through our studies, values civilian life as much as possible. This line of thinking gives me and my crew hope. 
 
 Trepidation is felt throughout the crowd and throughout the crew. We leave our stations and gather our gear and materials. We reach the exit bay, closing the airlock behind us. I look to my crew members, six flying souls in all. Each one, eyes aglow with fear and wonder, nod at me. They are ready. We are ready. We hope they are ready. 
 
 The latches begin to systematically release, with a loud clunking sound. The personnel ramp begins to release, sending in a wave of the atmosphere. We breathe deep. Drinking in the essence of the world of which we now stand. As a scientist, and an explorer, this is the moment we wait for. Breathing in the new air. This is why the Gods gave us the Star Ways. Each crew member breathes deeper, as I do. The feeling creates stars in my eyes as my body begins to adjust to the dry, warm air. 
 
 We take our first steps down the ramp. As we descend, there is little sound. Every being is holding its breath. We first touch the dirt of the planet called Earth and spread out, drinking in the sight around us. All around, there are people, standing, sitting, staring. The young, crying in protest of the heat, the old with unmasked fear in their eyes. I look back at my crew who are all watching everyone, watching us, turn back to me. We nod. Slowly, as instructed, we raise our claws skyward. Extend our primary and secondary of our 6 talons, closing the others in a fist. Our indication of the number 2. We were instructed this would signal the crowd that we are here as friends. 
 
 What happened next, we did not expect. 
 
 The masses of people suddenly erupted in noise and crying. Causing my crew to jump in fright and even made my heart beat fast at the sudden change. But, I knew, and soon the crew realized as well, that this was a happy sound. The crowd understood the symbol we made and thus it seemed that we are not the threat we seemed. 
 
 A male, flanked by several other members, both male and female stepped forward and made a sound we could n't understand. I indicate that I do not understand, and signal for the Translation Matrix Device. My second hands me a small computer, which I speak into to calibrate it. I indicate that the man do the same. He does so, stops, and looks at me with a questioning face. I indicate more, thinking rolling my claw would get the point across. He seems to understand and continues to speak in the device. It ejects a tone. Which startles the male but then his face lights up. He seems to already understand the process is complete. He hands it back to me. I have the device begin processing. After a short time, it indicates it is done. I turn the device on. It beeps and flashes bright green. It is ready. 
 
 My heart races. I look at the man, he looks at me. 
 
 `` Hello?'' 
 
 The male jumps. 
 
 `` Yes? I can understand you now?'' Asks the male. 
 
 `` Our Translation Matrix seems to be working. This is a momentous occasion! I am called Sh'rriik of Gold Claw! I am a scientist and explorer for the Great Confluence of M'rraak. Our empire spans a great number of stars across our Galactic home. As a representative of the Council, I greet you all with peace and friendship and I hope that we can learn much from one another! Who am I communicating with?'' 
 
 The male, in a strange garment of Black cloth with a white undergarment and strangle hanging cloth made of a bright Red fabric, open his mouth in a strange way, showing his many teeth. We've learned, throughout our exploration that the eyes are what you watch for reaction of sentient species. The eyes will ultimately betray all intention. There was nothing but joy and curiosity in this males eyes. 
 
 `` My name is Ricardo Samuelson, President of the United States of America. On behalf our nation, and of the entire Human Race of Earth, I greet you and welcome you to our Planet. I do hope that we will live in peace so that both our peoples may prosper. What brings you to our humble home?'' Ricardo, the male replied. 
 
 So began the official dialogue between our 2 peoples. We told them of our journey, of the systems resource importance and the most dangerous information of all, they are no longer protected. We told them that their world was once in the domain of an Ancient Empire that has fallen low. It's worlds that it never claimed, or never had the chance to colonize are now ripe for picking. Many nations are hungry. This empire's reign over the Galaxy has waned and for the last 200 years, the Human race has been broadcasting their position. Ricardo was receptive of this news and brazenly told me that they would be able to handle any challenge. I admire them. The humans, they were like we were before we became enlightened. 
 
 After several seasons of dialogue, we both had a firm understanding of one another and that cooperation is not only acceptable but will be encouraged. Mine and my crew's reports reached the council and our people celebrated their existence for several cycles. Simulations reported back that these people had the potential for greatness, greatness to even rival ours. It was decided that they should achieve that greatness on their own, but we shall give them a head start. For we shall plant the seed of an ally. Someone to watch over and claim this new territory that we can not and that we would rather not have claimed by other powers that are contrary to ours. 
 
 Another transport of ours arrived not long after Ricardo was re-elected as President of this United States. We left on that transport, leaving our initial one behind. For, if they could deconstruct it and learn how to travel faster than light, than they are worthy. We will watch, we will wait, and we will help this seed grow into something more. 
 
 
 *Iridium. I had a thought that an alien race would probably not have our names for things. 
 
 
 

