"Operation Freedom's Sentinel...?" [b]Out Atmosphere. Broadcast on all outlets. ==========================[/b] [b]The screens, radios, and other forms of news outlets fizzled, turning to a white static and buzzing for a second, then flipped to a new image. A finely dressed man appeared, older, possibly roughly in his sixties by the way his bald head and grayish white beard looked. He was in uniform, an odd navy blue color with steel trimmings and metal decorations. A symbol was seen on his zip up tunic, possibly his rank. Then, he cleared his throat, and spoke, sounding all too serious, yet oddly helpful, charismatic, and open.[/b] "People of the, eh, Dojo-?" [b]He sounded unsure, saying the name uneasily.[/b] "I am Admiral James Cutter, of the Intergalactic Fleet, IF, of the eastern region of the galaxy. The Dread menace that has attacked you, has also raided several other planets. One of them being a colony world under the jurisdiction of the government and military I work for. After said raid, we sought the menace, and have in turn helped each world ransacked by them rebuild. So, as per our promise, here we are. The IF fleet will be within your atmosphere within the hour, a few carriers to start with. We do not wish to impede on your nation or your beliefs, only wishing to help you rebuild and possibly go farther than where you where before the Dread attacked. The way we plan to do this, is by working with your current leaders to devise a work force consisting of your peoples, paying them in kind, and putting them to work using the raw materials, devises, and schematics we provide. This will in turn stop your society from collapsing, and as well aid in rebuilding what once was your world. Any issues or problems that turn up will hopefully be solved diplomatically, and if not, we will in turn leave your planet be, withdraw, and leave you to your own means of rebuilding." [b]At the last not, he looks slightly down, his head tilting but his eyes remaining looking at the recording device. Then, he looked back up [/b] "Now then, if any issues arise, simply send a message by bouncing our signal back at us. For now though. Admiral Cutter, signing off." [b]At that, he looked down at the desk he sat at, hitting a button as the view screen shut off, then flicked to an image of an odd bird like creature holding rifles in its talons, and several planets under it. The words IF and DSI on each side of it. After a minute, the image cleared, and everything went back to normal. Hours later, a frigate appeared in orbit, remaining there as dropships where sent to what was presumed as the main government building of the Dojo. News stations got feed going of the main frigate, and any ships departing or boarding it. Some going as far as to call the whole situation "Operation Freedom's Sentinel."[/b] [spoiler]Open to character reactions only Dojo leaders if possible[/spoiler]