"Such as signals or audible sounds," suggested Ronaro.
"Yes. In that case, it would be difficult to establish contact."
"Very difficult to transmit our thoughts, but not so difficult to read his."
"Well, it has been done before, with non-telepathic races."
"Like the giant rays of Ikraa."
"Let me concentrate, Ronaro."
The two Alarians drifted in telepathic silence, Ekrado closing his eyes and concentrating his mental efforts at reaching the alien mind. Ronaro studied the creature as it swam unconcernedly past searching for food.
"Hunts his food in primitive fashion," he reflected silently, careful not to destroy Ekrado's concentration. "Apparently his people do not have shellfish farms. Or possibly he is simply hunting for the fun of it or in order to be alone. He has twice as many tentacles as an Alarian, but mere physical difference proves nothing. He is wearing no harness or ornamentation of any kind, nor is he carrying a weapon. Obviously a low level of culture, if any."
"You try," ordered the Captain, relaxing. "I've concentrated until my braincase almost burst and achieved nothing."
"I'm afraid I'll have no better luck," said Ronaro. Swiftly, he reported his observations to his Captain.