Gaunt
The Corvette lets out the closest thing to a surprised squeak a radio can muster, before responding. The voice can only be described as wrong, so many layers packed onto it that it's hard to make out. The voice had energy, is the way to say it.
Greetings, UNFT Representative. I am a Uitreed, PHUiara. This is a momentous occasion. Broadcasting jump coordinates and clearance codes.
The ship receives said things, and they jump off. It doesn't take long after they reach the system that a broadcast is given. There's a lot of ships milling about, Pylons of some sort within a 3-km radius of the UFNT ship absorbing terrifyingly massive bolts of lightning.
Greetings. Call me BlaPsuijin. I am the...Monarch, of the Uitreed. State your business.