The scene is a bit more surreal than even that of the activity in the station - now within weapons range of a large enemy capital vessel, this encounter with a previously unknown party has now turned into grey areas of diplomacy for which Jack frequency finds himself a part of.
Quickly before proceeding further, he issues a one-way anonymous encrypted text transmission to AWES HQ to advise of status, a typical arrangement when the road ahead is questionable but still the intended destination route.
"Emissary to Opposing. Dark 5."
Short, simple, and vague enough - Jack was satisfied management would understand the meaning. Pre-determined text of transmissions of this sort were well understood by the people that needed to know back home.
Time to enter the belly of the beast. He directs his vessel to follow the Roman into the open docking bay and is directed to a suitable plot of space to land.
As he leaves the ship to meet his hosts, the security measures for his vacant craft are again activated. Caution is the word of the day, even though today it is paired with reckless unfortunately.
"Nice vessel you have here. Pride of the fleet I'm sure, and bane of your enemies. I'd imagine very few get the view of it that I'm now privy to."
