The captain nodded, switching seats with the diplomat. The DIplomat adjusted their white and purple uniform, as they managed to focus their mind on the conversation at hand. As they stared forward, their mouth did not move, but they spoke in a language the organics in the room can understand. It took a moment, but eventually the android received the infomration as well, via psionic link. It was strange, images and concepts communicated directly, tonality, colour, flair all enclosed in this wonderful psionic package. At the end of all this, when the Random Alien eventually chose to spoke, it was safe to say it was the most colourful language ever heard. "Please, continue, we are listening, with open minds and open souls. I will not judge you for what you have done, nor will my people, but you have shown yourselves to lack merit, trust. It is important to understand that that is one of the most important thing to our people. I will say, from observation, it is not appreciated your continued boasting of technology, and uneccessary comments on what you believe to be primitive. I will not speak to your technology nor to your culture, as I have not studied it in depth yet. I ask that you extend the same courtesy to us. Do this, and we shall be on amicable terms." The tone was warm, trustful, and caring, despite what the harshness of the words said.
"Now, to proceed with arrangements, dispensing with formalities. Enclosed within this optical disc is a cultural summary of our people, in additoon to the history of our nation, all two-hundred thousand years of it. Should you wish to analyse it, you may do so."
The diplomat slid a thumb-sized crystal disc over the table, to the Yamataians.
"We ask that you bring this other crewmember aboard."