What met the message was eery silence. However, it did reach the ears of a priest upon one of the Yorshka class cruisers. An obvious attempt at communication. They had picked up on most of the language upon decimating the city and receiving help signals, but it was still shaky. Not... Enemy... Offer... They didn't really have a way to communicate back, the signal only received through a clever examination of (radio?) waves passing through space. The priest thought for a moment, before raising a hand for the followers attending him to send a message back. Their positions were visible now as they approached the lone frigate, but too far to make any details out but the tan color of them. As a chance, the priest spoke to the life forms inside the frigate through their minds, and when he spoke, it seemed a slight wave of power emanated in the room. A slight breeze had picked up in the Yorshka command room. [i]Offer? What... Provde?[/i] It seemed that they had less info on words that weren't used in the signal received or help signals from earlier. It would be a bit hard to speak with them.