*this will be a serial, running all day*
1st July, 2135, orbiting a desolate moon of the farthest gas giant of Wolf 1061
[THIS TRANSMISSION HAS BEEN FLAGGED PRIORITY ALPHA/CLEARANCE LEVEL: TORCH]
[SOURCE: Contact-11936 Designation-Chimera002]
[RECEIVER: LP-119 bridge terminal aboard Concordance carrier "Alexandre"]
[RECIEVED: 1.7.2135 11:14:22]
[TRANSMISSION BEGINS]
Salutations,
excuse the inglorious means of a being with glorious ends, your language and its passengers are strange and wonderful to us. You will address this transmitter as Wisdom one of the lords of Ophiuchus. Our subjects have tasked us as intermediaries to avoid the distressing simultaneity of confusion and contamination.
Incomprehension is understandable, know, skeletons, that I was crafted in ancienter eons to enforce the will of the Cartographers of Quoz, a being of a darker time fashioned to create a brighter time. You will assist me in carrying out their designs.
Know also, tetrapods, that your distant sun impinges on territories long held within our domain, extended by ancient hands twenty light-years from our three suns. For nearly a century we have observed your mumblings but done nothing, in preparation for our meeting. The time for doing nothing is past.
Know, we will do something soon.