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(Sard and Iolite were captured and force-fused, but were thankfully saved, Fiersom is being torn apart by riots, and the rebel fleet is on its way to liberate the Galactic Federation.)

(Oh, and I forgot to say, all 3 men I mentioned are humans.)

The younger one, the lieutenant, began to speak, with some slight dread in his voice.

Lieutenant: I am part of the Federal Airforce. I am here to join you on your mission, to free our glorious nation from its shackles! Sadly, all my superiors have been killed or arrested, so I am the last in charge of the airforce. With your help, we shall rule the skies of the Federation and fill those of the Homeworld with smoke and fire!

Seeing the lieutenant talk, the shell-shocked general steps up and speaks a well.

Artillery General: I used to be part of the Artillery Detachment of the Federal Army! I barely escaped a siege on my base. I still have every tank, artillery piece and soldier at my fingertips, and with your brilliant strategies, we shall rise the rebel flag over Fiersom!

And finally, the eldest general steps up to do his piece.

Elder General: Greetings, my friends here have already told you who they are, and I am Valdinor Gernic, the eldest and probably the most well-awarded general of the Federation... Who is still alive, obviously. We are here to aid your efforts.