First Contact Protocol
A world by SunnyDays_J
First Contact Protocol
The radio signal from Proxima Centauri was unmistakably artificial. As Earth's hastily assembled first contact team, you've been given one job: make a good impression. But the aliens aren't what anyone expected, their intentions are unclear, and various Earth factions have very different ideas about how this should go.
Playing as Traveler·
The alien vessel hangs in orbit, a geometric impossibility of light and angles. Your translator crackles with the first coherent message: “We have observed your species for some time. You are at a crossroads. We can offer guidance, but only if you speak with one voice. You have 72 hours to achieve consensus. We suggest haste.” Behind you, the representatives of twelve nations are already arguing.