The entire crew of the ship began to panic. The majority of them were just freelance deckhands and rogues, paid handsomely by an unknown benefactor. All they were told was to deliver an ambassador to a part of Coalition space cut off from the rest. Telepathic illiterates and the feeling of mental communication with no consent was not given in what short debrief they had. All but one. The man in the suit never wavered, drinking in the priest's words. They were curious, and their small refitted ship hadn't been destroyed yet. Curiosity was good, he thought. Curiosity was better than hostility. [quote][i]Meet first. Then we deal.[/i][/quote] He cut down the length of the transmission. Judging from the message the priest sent him, they weren't well-versed in the common tongue. So he simplified his messages - better to speak their language than be lost in translation, which would most likely be followed up with being fired upon.