- Mycon, Talking Pet: Pulsing hot liquid flows through my outstretched tendrils, sending thrills into my interior. The moment has come. I swell and burst. Above me, a cloud of whispering light whirls through the air. I am content.
- Zoq-Fot-Pik: Attention starship! We are the Zoq-Fot-Pik.
- Zoq-Fot-Pik, Syreen, VUX: Make no hostile actions!
- Zoq-Fot-Pik: We come in peace, and with good will.
- Zoq-Fot-Pik, Syreen, VUX: But if you make one false move, you're vapor.
- Zoq-Fot-Pik: Don't worry, my companion is just a bit nervous.
- Zoq-Fot-Pik, Syreen, VUX: No, I'm not.
- Zoq-Fot-Pik: And argumentative.
- Zoq-Fot-Pik, Syreen, VUX: No, I'm not!
- Zoq-Fot-Pik: We are a scout vessel, dispatched from our home world.
- Zoq-Fot-Pik, Syreen, VUX: We have traveled far, through hostile, uncharted space to find you. We hail from the green dwarf star at coordinates zerfar-gerrnuf, ah-ah, pahoy-hoy.
- Zoq-Fot-Pik: No, you idiot! In their coordinate system!
- Zoq-Fot-Pik, Syreen, VUX: Oh, uh, -ahem- coordinates 400.0 by 543.7.
- Thraddash: So! What's this? An unknown alien species? How wonderful! Someone new to fight! We, the Thraddash of Culture 19, famous Ur-Quan combat thralls, know well the value of a good fight. Either you win and prove your superiority, or you lose and are vanquished. If the vanquished is lucky, they survive to learn an important lesson from its defeat. This is the way of the Thraddash! We fight and learn and improve! All other cultural schemes are inferior. This is a proven fact.