First contact with the Renattans

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" the officer's voice suddenly becomes clear. It appears the device she placed on Matt's temple was a translation device of some sort. The clarity of her speech astounds him, as if she were speaking perfect English.

Matt steps forward, his voice steady. "My name is Matt Romanova. This is my crew. We are the last survivors of Earth, a dying planet. Our home was devastated by giant meteors." He stretches the truth slightly, aware of the other crews and the time Earth still has, but his priority is the survival of his team.

The officer's eyes narrow in skepticism. "Last survivors, you say? And what brings you to our planet?"

"We were looking for a new home," Matt replies earnestly. "Somewhere we could start over, rebuild. We mean no harm."

The officer studies him for a moment, her gaze piercing. "May I ask who you are and what your name is?" Matt asks, attempting to shift the focus.

She straightens, her posture regal and commanding. "I am Zyga, captain of the airspace police here in Bright City, one of the many cities on our planet, Renatta. We will take you to intergalactic customs to determine if you are truly not a threat. What happens next will be decided there."

Matt nods, accepting the terms. "Understood. We will cooperate fully."

As Zyga orders her team to escort the crew to their destination, the humans exchange glances, their initial excitement tempered by the uncertainty of what lies ahead. The gravity of the situation sinks in, and they follow the airspace police, hoping for the best in this strange new world.