Jack of Harts

After the first exchange of weapons fire in Betelgeuse, our scout came back around and approached slowly.  The scout gave the local birds time to study her as the First Contact Package began to flood space with electronic emissions.  The Thunderbirds responded with their own package, and we spent the next several hours trying to learn how to talk to each other.  The first words out of the birds’ beaks were something like “oops, our bad.”  Just a bit more formal you know.