The Transmission
Radat looked at the now calm seas. The octopus was gone, but that didn't mean his mind was calm. There were other factors he would have to deal with...
It seemed that other things were at work then the mere Five (now Six) Armies. He would have thought the Orbital Coalition had a better idea what was going on, but the analyists at Headquarters believed this was not the case.
In a world of war, information was key. This Seventh (perhaps Eighth, counting whoever supplied the robots) power was apparently stronger then any of them. Nobody had known they had existed, so it was speculated they had some sort of Prime Directive- but it was already broken now.
What he was about to do was a risk, but one worth taking. The transmission was unauthorised, but could give him valuable data. He was just lucky his family had "bought" a local mansion in the area.
He waited suspencefully, as the servants set up the transmission. The message was sent...
To the Unidentified Alien Craft
From Your Humble Petioner, Radat Huli
I am Radat Huli, a humble commander from the Nationalist forces. I wish out of thirst for knowledge to know the nature of your Great Civilisation from outer space. What is it, and why have you not contacted us?
I have speculated that you have some sort of "Prime Directive" not to interfere, but it is already broken now. Please do not deny this humble soul the knowledge he seeks- or if you do not, at least explain why you do not.
The satellite dish which transmitted this petition is perpetually set to recieve any message from your people. Pelase, do not deny us.