From the ships appeared 18 soldiers wearing Zarethian Powered Assault Armor, appearing with a bright, unanimous flash of a dazzling shade of lilac. The leader, wearing bright scarlet of the soldiers, with black trimming, stepped forward and lowered his pulse rifle and spoke with a deep booming, artificial voice, amplified by his, or at least the body looked like a male, helmet.
"We are the Zarethians, Stranger. We were once also homeless, displaced by the Lorcar over a hundred years ago." He started, calmly. "But no longer, as of no more than a month ago, this planet was given to us, by the generous Aralangs in exchange for us allying with them in a time of need. We will have to take you to a leader of ours. Come with us now if you please, we may be able to help." With that, the soldier snapped his fingers and a hover vehicle appeared. The soldiers got on and waited for the newcomer to board as well.