((Got it. Is this good enough?))
While they were walking toward the mess hall, a Axeling approched them and gave a datapad to the general. He whispered something into his ear and he nodded, and the Axeling ran back to his squad. Kalm, who was following them wondered what was on it. "What did he give you?" He asked. "They finally translated the graph he sent us," The general jerked a clawed thumb at the Milika. "Lets see if your men got it right." He looked at the translated words scrolling across the glowing red screen. He turned toward the Milika. Trying to properly speak the alien words, he said, "Hello, my name is General Gar'mak. Yours?"