A tall, African man walked into the docking bay. This man was wearing a full suit of armor, and his blue eyes were locked on Lucien. So, this was the infamous warrior from the stars, was it? Lucien, the prince of one of the greatest warriors among the stars. Heir to the legacy of the great Narrikians. Hah.
"They say you are a king among your people. Some king. Your people are divided. The half you claim to lead have nearly been destroyed by the likes of the Anrufe. The other half? You allow it to continue under the rule of a foreigner to your people. Yet, still, you claim to be the rightful heir to your throne."
The man took a few steps towards Lucien, glaring at him intently.
"My name is Carhmichael. I hail from a region of Earth named Africa. Eight and a half years ago, a strange alien came to my world and offered me a choice. I could come with him and be apart of his empire, or I could remain in my blissful ignorance on Earth, trying to survive against all odds. He took me in, and taught me marvelous things, and here I am before you today.
"So, why do I bother explaining this to you? Because I come to you, like that man came to me, and offer you a choice. Join us. Join the efforts of the K Empire. Together, our peoples will bring the Anrufe to their knees. We will gather an army so large that even the Nyx would tremble at the sight of it. On that day, when we taste victory, you will leave behind your people. You will leave behind the Narrikians and, for four years, you shall serve us in payment for our assistance. We shall teach you the skills you will need to take back your empire someday."
Carhmichael shrugged. "Oh, and we'll let your friend Adrian off with a warning."