We come in...no, I'm not saying it.

Who: Mk.9, and whoever else wants to come.
Where: Ffionian planet.
When: Bit after contacting the warships.
Mk.9 sagged in his seat a little. He had been itching to tell the
defence crews to begin firing upon the warships.
"Ah well, I guess these ARE Efof's people. Best not upset them too much."
"Ok folks, landing teams are in order." said Jay, not turning to face
the crew there assembled.
"...Am I to assume Efof is jumping around with his hand in the air?"
"Yes sir." said Marwood
Jay sighed.
"Yes, Efof, you can go. Anyone else who wants to go should head down
to the hangar."
He turned to see most of the bridge had already emptied.
In the hangar, virtually all of the able-bodied ships were being
primed for takeoff. Mk.9 sat in the cockpit of one of the Space Eagles
with Efof.
"You know, to your people about 30 fighter craft pouring out into the
atmosphere is gonna look like a bloody invasion fleet."
"Oh no." said Efof grinning. "I thought of that."
He pointed to 5 Space Eagles, all sitting in a row, each with a word
on the front.
Mk.9 read them out.
"This, Is, Not, An, Invasion. Only you, Efof"
"I told the guys flying them to go in formation, and go ahead of
everyone else." Efof said, putting his feet up on the console
triumphantly.
"Let's just go." said Mk.9, and the 30-strong fleet of Space Eagles
and Starbugs flew down onto the planet.
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A few of the ships towards the front of the fleet were able to land in
the hangars on the outskirts of the city, but most had to land a bit
further out in the bushland.
Mk.9, Efof, and the rest of those fortunate enough to get a hangar
emerged and congregated, and walked around a bit to stretch their legs.
"Mk.9! Lets go explore a bit!" said Efof excitedly
"Ok, ok. But let's just stick close to the hangar." Mk.9 said.
The pair, along with a few other crewmembers stepped out into the
daylight.
Scanning the city, it seemed very odd. They still had large brick
factories with chimney stacks spewing black smoke into the air, rather
than the small, efficient, titanium-built prefab plants most advanced
planets had.
A few curious citizens wandered over to greet the group of Dwarfers.
"G'Day, ya knobheads!" called Mk.9 loudly and cheerfully.
The Ffionians nervously glanced at each other for a second.
"Hello, what are you peopling doing here?" said one of them, moving
forward.
"Oh, we're just here to help you folks out. Sounds like you've had a
spot of bother." said Mk.9, still very cheerfully.
Meanwhile, Efof was hugging everyone and shaking their hands;
overjoyed with the fact his race was far less dead as he had thought.
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