Parliamentary Building, Office of the Praetor
The Desk of the Praetor was enormous and composed of a tree that no longer exists as the Metallinautsi homeworld no longer exists, and as such is considered highly valuable as a relic of an all but forgotten world and a nearly forgotten people; forgotten until this day.
The Praetor himself was serving his last term, and had a large decision to make in his closing years as ruler of the Federation. Somehow contact of a new people has occurred, not even the head Federation scientists can explain how it happened, and back stepping to see how the event occurred has yielded no results either. Somehow, a Terranite vessel entered the STC and made contact with a Metallinautsi battle cruiser on patrol. After several heated hours in a military stand off, the Terranites consented to talking. After that communications opened quickly and an alliance was expediently signed. Since then the Terranites have informed the Federation of the ESUS, a hugely powerful alliance always looking for more members. The Federation naturally took a keen interest in the ESUS and begin to form committees and councils on the matter. After a year, the decision to ask the Praetor for permission to make first contact was made
There the digipad sat on that ancient desk, looking dispassionately back at the Praetor awaiting on it's surface the magpen to scrawl his signature upon it. The Praetor furrowed his brow and scooped up the pen and scribbled his name on the digipad and handed it to the senator standing before him. As the senator went to turn, the Praetor clamped his hand back down on the pad and in a voice that sounded like daggers said, "this better turn out the way you intend it to, we do not lightly give up the secrecy of our people; remember that"
The senator quickly ran into the large dim chamber of the Senate through a jumpgate that was on the far wall of the Praetors office. The Praetor slid forward in his antique animal hide chair and let out a large sigh. He then reached on to his desk and grasped his crystal glass full of an alcoholic beverage and drank it quickly.
One week later
The diplomatic vessel UMF Pax broke free of it's umbilical moorings and drifted though the darkness that is void space. The only lights around were those on the ships in the sector, the tiny artificial sun and those on the various stations. Three squadrons of "stop watch" fighters formed up with the Pax.
Captain Jill Gertin ordered the convoy to set incursion to the 8890th year of the standard Metallinautsi time line. The bridge lights dulled and faded out entirely.
Rosetta Nebula, ESUS Headquarters
KAG frigates buzzed to and fro as their questionable crew headed off to god knows where. In the docks Torontonian and Arizona Novan merchant frigates where stopping to unload their wares to whom ever would purchase them.
A large white temporal space tear ripped into space roughly three tenths of an AU away from the main station appeared. From the tear three squadrons of interceptors arced into formation. Behind them the UMF Pax slowed to a halt. After a quick scan of all the local open channels a make-shift universal translator was made, there would be need to upload a more comprehensive translator.
The small and rotund ship opened a general channel to anyone who would listen, and judging by their entrance, they assuredly had everyone's undivided attention.
Begin Transmission 7.90.8890-T:17:56
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Salutations and greetings to present all here. We of race are Metallinauts. Republic Terranites us inform of the Extra Solar Union of Systems. We much interest have in member becoming of this alliance great. Reply await we, and data banks language appreciated much. 
. I usually let AN deal with this stuff 
. But as to the above, Ari-who? Remember that it doesnt exist anymore 
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