The Wolfinite Ships would stand still relative to the Auerllian ships, seemingly motionless, if someone just got here, they would be untraceable except the lights that gently glow on the each end of the Chevron 'wings' and the steady light of the windows. The message is received, and wouldn't be long before one is sent back.
"We are the Wolfinite Republic. A weapon of yours caused a whole star to implode? Certainly a feat to achieve that. What is your ambitions, goals, diplomatic relations on nearby parts of the Arms of the Galaxy? Is there any maps you can provide for us to chart?"