"True but that was because it was deemed unnecessary. The chances of running into a predator were very slight and still are. However there is more of a chance than before so if any of you are too bothered about this, slight, occurrence there is a file on predators stored on the ships main computer under pred. Ok if that settles the matter you have 4 hours before we land and begin. I suggest, if you ain't reading up on predators, that you get some sleep or something to eat." With that he turned and left. He headed to the control room to check on Derk. He found him sitting at the ships main console looking at a large screen, the picture that it displayed he couldn't make out.
"How's it going up here?" he said "any more visitors?"
"Well there is something," he said without looking up "take a look at the monitor." He backed up so that Jones could get a better view.
"Is that what I think it is?" he said looking up at Derk. Derk nodded.
"Shit. Any word from them?" He was looking at a large ship, twice the size of theirs.
"We ain't heard a thing. What do you think they're doing?"
"Probably wondering the same about us." There was a loud beep and the monitor next to the one they were looking at flicked on. A sentence appeared on the bottom:
Transmission received, requesting handshake…
Derk hit the enter key, and sent the handshake.
Handshake received transmission intercepted…
A face appeared on the screen. It was the face of a predator.
"Greetings," it said
"Greetings Dachandé, we were just talking about you."
"You h…ave 2 ho…urs to leave"
"His translator ain't any better is it." Muttered Derk under his breath.
"Rest assured Dachandé, we ain't going to leave…" however he was talking to a blank screen.
"You don't think he's one to hold a grudge, do you?" said Derk.
"Well you did desecrate that queen he was fighting the last time we met."
They both looked at the ship on the screen, the door had opened.
