Remote Fleet Ship (RFS) Oteel somwehere near the border

Captain Tuuc narrowed his eyes to get a glimpse of what was being displayed on his communications officer's computer. The young communications officer had been joined by other members of the bridge staff and they seemed to be whispering.

"Problems, ensign?" yelled Tuuc over the bridge, slightly annoyed.

The ensign blushed.

"I am not sure captain. It might be the latest patch that is acting up, but it almost looks like the signal is Ryccian! The patch should only have added the main language of those Ryccian huymaans to the library, but now every signal is interpreted as that language..." She looked at her captain, not sure what to do next.

"Does the computer provide a translation?"

"Yes. It is a class 4 translation, only minor stylistic discrepancies."

"Let us hear it then!"

The ensign cleared her throat and read the message from the Stoinian king out loud.

"The Ryccians failed to mention this... Or Command..." the captain noted, deep in thought. He then stood up from his chair.

"Attention. Orders!"

The bridge crew turned towards the captain.

"Comm, relay message to Command, confirm receipt, report our actions and request new orders. Helm, calculate most likely entry coordinates for the Setoy-nee-aan ship, plot course and take us there at maximum speed. Tactical, all shields at full, allow computer autonomous self-defence fire. Execute!"

It would take about two standard hours to get there. That would give Command plenty of time to think of a good answer, both a verbal one, but also in terms of "hardware". His ship would remain silent and not send a response to the Stoinians until then.

The RFS Oteel made an elegant turn towards the southern border, then there was a flash of bright light and it disappeared.