OOC: Kay, butting in, sorry if I'm unwelcome.
"Captain's Log, stardate December 27, 2054. We have crash-landed on a lovely planet in the Saeculum Galaxy, population unknown. The native people of this planet are rejoicing in their good moods, they can not realize what is going on outside their secluded world, nor would they want to. On the bright side, though, it is unlikely that evil will find it's way here."
"Uh... Cap'n, are you talking to yourself again?"
"Yes, yes I am..."
From behind some bushes, the secluded Dull Star and his first mate were staring through binoculars at the people of the empire. A mechanical parrot sat on the captain's shoulder, squawking every once and awhile. These guys were trying to do recon, though they probably couldn't have been more obvious. Behind the two, an angry crew stood near the ship, Kiss Of Palms, complaining about the childish games that the two were planning.
...and then, Dull lost his balance and stumbled from out of the bushes, into the city street. The people may or may not have noticed him, what with the celebration and the green light and what not.