New Wandilo itself was a vast desert planet, only part of it seemed to be civilized. However that part was ravaged. Even from the ships' heights, it was clear that the large cities no longer existed. They were completely gone- as if a tidal wave had crushed them under it's boot. The signal would be received by ghost towns. However, what was visible was an absolutely massive cloud of tan colored gas, coming off the right side of the planet. It covered half the ball of rock, and reached miles up, way far out into space. Scans (I assume) would indicate that they were releasing electrical, and thermal energy, at quite high amounts, too. The priest of the Yorshka listened to the message, picking up on its signal with curiosity. He listened... And decided to speak back. Picking the largest ship of the bunch, he spoke to the crew through their minds, an echo of his voice carrying across the cosmos. [i]Surrender? Shields? Minutes? You speek nsemse. Who... You? [/i]