@Gaunt
The sole freighter belong to the Narcrusian hivemind FTLs into the nearby space of The Embassy. Knowing about the place from their contact with GL&M or whoever else they have delt with, it is a wise guess to presume that that certain place is the "Folly of men", as it is currently the geopolitical center of G-S16, a galaxy that seems all too important for its own good.
Nevertheless, they are met face-to-face with a highly industrialized, mobilized, and protected system. There are multiple "levels" of stations that compromise three large defensive spheres surrounding the concrete planet of The Embassy, its large space elevator crowns the awe-inspiring sight, leading even the Narcrusian to question the true limits of non-hivemind beings.
The freighter was stopped, predictably, at the edge of the selective interdiction screening of The Embassy, a system so intricate and expensive even the capitals of the largest galactical powers would fail to allocate the proper resources or have the proper technology to employ it. They receive the rather odd hail from the freighter, but nonetheless respond.
Welcome to The Embassy, Narcrus. We read you loud and clear.
The Ambassador does not take audiences with unidentified personnel, nor does he have any appointment today.
It does appear that you must have been 'misinformed'.
We can however ingress you into The Embassy as a company, we know of your trading-related nature.
The vision to the single voyager was much different than the one that the Narcrusian hivemind saw. To him, as soon as they entered the system, it was almost as if he was hit by a tremendous gust of wind. This place was exhaling a kind of energy that normal beings simply wouldn't realize, however, he could feel it bearing down upon it, a feeling both liberating and simultaneously oppresing.
It brought him back a somewhat repressed memory of his adventures upon the bizarre landscapes within the phenomena at the center of the galaxy, it was like there was this hidden shimmer within the objects, within the very environment surrounding him, waiting to simply explode into a bountyful reward of colours and energies, but he alas had no way to pry them open, almost as if his vision was too obfuscated for him to accomplish such.
Nevertheless, he saw something that also caught his attention, a focal point amidst this local torment of influences. It beckoned him, inviting him towards someplace else, or perhaps it was the same place? He was much too new to correctly acknowledge its essence. He felt as it all he had to do was reach out and grab onto it, not with his physical being, but with his true being, something that only him would undertand among all the crew of the freighter.