As the moth enters normal space, Sasha hastily hits 'record'. The lights are beautiful; she's better with sound editing than visuals, but even a bad copy is worth keeping. She bites her lip, hoping that looks more professional than dancing in her seat. She's in a new star system! In the future! And it's not a secret rebel base, so nobody's going to try to stop her from looking at the constellations.
Sasha doesn't pay much attention to the official contact message; that will be Ashari's problem, or somebody else whose job is talking to humans. (She is a little surprised to hear the Naxorian version, though. She knows her home planet must be conquered eventually-- the heptarchate is evil, after all-- but she thought Naxarat remained free for another century at least? Pity the historian chose a different mission.)
Instead, Sasha monitors computer-to-computer transmissions. Were any viruses attached to that friendly welcome? Is anyone on the Wasp trying to slip a query past her firewall? Can she catch any chatter from the station?
[If the Space Internet is up already, Sasha will check headline news and keep an eye on the feed from her pre-programmed innocuous requests, too.]
comms! in the FUTURE!
Sasha doesn't pay much attention to the official contact message; that will be Ashari's problem, or somebody else whose job is talking to humans. (She is a little surprised to hear the Naxorian version, though. She knows her home planet must be conquered eventually-- the heptarchate is evil, after all-- but she thought Naxarat remained free for another century at least? Pity the historian chose a different mission.)
Instead, Sasha monitors computer-to-computer transmissions. Were any viruses attached to that friendly welcome? Is anyone on the Wasp trying to slip a query past her firewall? Can she catch any chatter from the station?
[If the Space Internet is up already, Sasha will check headline news and keep an eye on the feed from her pre-programmed innocuous requests, too.]