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KrankysFirebrand48
"hmm..."
Dasha stops giving opinions and begin to fiddle with something offscreen, before she, at least seems to be, discovered something important to the stalemate.
"Oh um...how should I hand in the referral letter, via transmission or by hand?"

Dumb
As Dasha has right to ask questions about the procedures the comms operator responds. ”You may sent it by transmission or through this connection.”

KrankysFirebrand48
"mmm...."
Dasha mold several piece of metal together and form some sort of box, which she then put the document in one after another. Soon enough, several digital files are being transferred through the linkage, albeit very slow as if it's via some prehistoric fax machine.

KrankysFirebrand48
The aftermath of the battle was a cruel drag, besides collecting the debris and wreckage of the destroyed ships, the recovery process of the affected crews was likely the most gruelling task.
It would take weeks, until the first batch of the victims of the screams started to recover, even with the advanced neuro implants things proved difficult, as the issue seemed to be more underlying than in solely physical nature.
Those who recovered, were plagued by frequent nightmares, and gaps in their memories, filled with a red haze that seemed to eat away at their mental health even as they recovered, although those were actually the better cases.
Those who had been exposed to the screams more directly would likely take months to recover according to some experts opinions, not only physically but also in terms of therapy. They were mentally so scarred by the battle that even with the implants some of them would likely not serve again due to severe cases of PTSD, others who would, will likely take even more time to recover unless they Empire wanted to restructure their entire mind.
The last group of people, were those few who had survived, or rather had been resurrected, after their stay in the red mist. Their backs scarred with the prophecy which seemed to be burnt into their genetic sequences and their minds shattered beyond recognition, some of the doctors and neurologists called them the 'Broken', their cold gaze staring off into the vast emptiness though their brains should be functioning normally, occasional glints of a primordial madness coming through whenever one looked them into the eyes for too long.
In the end, there was no other attack, all they were left with was the ominous prophecy, although soon other news would reach their borders.

A message comes direct to the high ministers office. it reads: send a messenger to these coordinates: (1122,32111,21810)
tell no one. Have him come unarmed. He wish to talk. The source, when identified is all over the galaxy, with no discernable beginning point.

ZendikaroftheWest
The High Ministers office is not directly contactable. The message is ignored and thrown away by the filtering.

Dumb
As the last files come in the comms operator responds with: "Documents received. Going through AI checks." there's a short pause. The comms operator looks at his screen concentrated. "Looking good so far. Furthering document. This may take a moment." After 5 or so minutes the comms operator finally says, "Referral has been confirmed. You will soon be connected to a first contact diplomat from the ministry of foreign relations."
5 minutes later, at last the diplomat appears, as a hologram, or on the screen of whatever communications technology the ship uses. The diplomat is a quiet slim man in a blue uniform.
"Greetings." the diplomat makes a very slight bow.

Drakador_Chaos UNSC Punchbuzz FFG-900

One of the lifeboats picked up in the aftermath sat in the main hangar bay of the frigate. A couple of the ships marines worked on prying the entry hatch open. A corpsman waits nearby with medical supplies to treat whoever was inside the pod. The rear entry hatch flies open as the marines stop their groaning and prying. They peek inside the pod and see the bodies on the floor. They yell for the corpsman to come over who runs into the pod to check on the injured personnel.

The smell of blood hits the corpsman as the floor of the pod is soaked with a red stickiness. Bringing up her datapad the corpsman connects to the IFF tags of the bodies on the floor which are still transmitting. The datapad shows that there is head trauma on both as well as lacerations on their backs. The back lacerations are odd enough. Looking at the bodies she takes out a pair of medical scissors and cuts away at the uniforms of the bodies revealing large and deep carvings into their backs.

What the fuck is this...

Days later after the life pods are collected, it is reported that all those inside them have the odd runes carved into their backs and the brains completely fried. The runes were run through databanks and brought up no results. It remained a mystery.

KrankysFirebrand48
"Greetings..."
Dasha stand up and bows back, before sitting back down.
"Where should I land my vessel? Distant interaction ain't particularly well in keeping secrets, and I do have something to give to a applicable person."

Dumb
"Oh, uhh I'm sure the documents can give you clearance to enter... I am currently on the HMS Lancaster. Approach the ship and they'll assign you a hangar or a place to dock."

Dumb
"It's the largest ship in the middle of the defensive formation. The cruiser with the flat bow."

KrankysFirebrand48
"...ah, there it is, thanks."
Labeling it as the "HMS Lancaster"on the database, Dasha pilot the little vessel towards the cruiser, and form a parallel formation with the giant when in relatively close distance.

Dumb

/comms
"You have clearance to land in hangar bay 2 in the marked area."
In the hangar bay with the large "2" multiple lights are arranged into a platform large enough for the ship to land on.

KrankysFirebrand48
"Roger that Comms."
Dasha say it out loud despite it not being a two-way connection, as she swiftly guides the craft and landed on the pad without much of a hassle caused. After landing, she remains in her ship, waiting if there is any post-landing procedures.

Dumb
The internal scanners search through her ships for weapons, bombs or signs of biowarfare.

KrankysFirebrand48
normal x-ray scan goes smoothly, but when it is the time for biosensors, the entire interior of the ship lits up as if it is a cluster of organics.

Dumb
The in-hangar turret immediatly deploys. A large groups marines come running.
/Comms
"Ma'am we have detected multiple organic signatures inside your ship. May you explain why?"

Dumb
/Comms
"You may exit your ship, slowly. We will keep an eye on the biosignature. If it moves we will deploy heavier ordinance. Once you have exited your ship we will pull your ship out of the hangar."