Se'Dak sat motionless in the command chair when the encoded signal was detected. "It's that strange pink skin again." The female reported from the rear corner. "Why do you continue to tolerate that fool?" Drahda asked curiously as he stepped closer to the center of the deck. "His ship and cargo are typically as much a waste of time as he is." "Ah, You see. Such matters are where you still lack understanding." Se'Dak smiled ever so faintly. "Even someone you describe as a waste can have use." He then responded to the communications officer. "Open and encode." There was a brief pause as she carried out her duties of encoding the signal between the two signals. "How are you, Friend?" Se'Dak prompted with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Just trudging along." Came the eager response. "I assume you are ready for some business?" "Delighted." Se'Dak grinned broadly. He already knew where this was going.