The Emperor stepped away from his retinue to approach the Emissary, gently extending a taloned hand to her, his red scales shimmering slightly in the bright lighting of the hangar.

"I am glad to hear that, Teemas.  On behalf of the whole of the DCI and her people, I, Emperor Julianus, seventh of my name, welcome you in the hopes that peace may flourish between our races.  I... apologize for the greeting the orbital defense commanders gave you.  They merely desire to protect the cradle of my people with a borderline religious fervor."

The young monarch grimaced slightly as he remembered listening to their words.  Not exactly a good way to keep the situation calm, he thought.

"Regardless, I have no doubt we can learn much from each other.  Your method of interstellar travel, in particular, is rather fascinating."