[b]Earth, Council Chamber[/b]
The Council was explaining the situation, and unveiling the new spacecraft that was being launched from outside of Paris. Pretty much everyone across Sol was watching, some hoped the new ship would save humanity and destroy the aliens, others hoped for peace, and yet more scoffed at the Council and said that they would soon see the truth of whatever religion that person happened to believe in (nearly all extremist religious groups hold alien life to be impossible). 

Suddenly, a blue flash of light blinded everyone in the room, and Fergus McClain, the elusive leader of the Wings of Gliese.

"I come bearing a message from my people, those born of Gliese 581g. They wish the war between humanity and Gliese, know to us as Iscandar, to end. You fired first, we fired back. All of us regret the deaths caused by this, but all Iscandar wishes for is peace. Do you accept our proposal?"

The Council members took quick glances at each other as security guards moved on Fergus. They tapped buttons on their tablets, voting on the proposal. One of the Council members held up his hand, ordering them to stop.

"The United Terran Federation accepts this cease fire. We will allow the Iscandarians to choose the location that the presentation and signing of the official treaty will take place. We also wish to acknowledge the nature of the Wings of Gliese Special Operations Combined Arms Task Force. The members of this elite force are native to the planet Gliese 581g, and have the experience of hundreds of thousands of years on this planet. They were there when humanity invented agriculture, and have seen all of history since then. Before anyone asks, they refuse to disclose any information on religious events. That is all."

Fergus simply walked to the door, turning back to speak just once.

"I exist to protect humanity. I shall not abandon you for my own people."

He disappeared in another flash of blue light, this time it was significantly dimmer.

[b][i]Försvarere av Humanity[/i], Command Bridge[/b]
Fergus appeared in a flash of blue light, the signature of a magical teleportation spell. Miranda, the combat magic specialist of the group smiled. Fergus was confused for a moment, knowing she had died in the battle. Then he realized that he hadn't directed the healing spell, and that they always worse spacesuits. Those that died might have been caught in the spell and retrieved by other vessels after the battle.

"Orders, [i]Befälhevaran[/i]?" 

"Make for the Iscandarian fleet, I think it's time for us to go... to go home."

Everyone on the bridge smiled, and the navigator began tapping buttons on their console.

"You're damn right sir!" She said, and the ship made a burn towards the iscandarian fleet.

"Open a channel with the command ship." Ordered Fergus

"Channel open."

"This is Befälhevaran Fergus McClain of the [i]Försvarere av Humanity[/i]. We are requesting instructions on the continuation of the Iscandarian-Terran peace treaty. We are standing by to transport the Council to the chosen location." 

[b]Saturnian Contact[/b]
The flagship launched a small shuttle, which gave the appearance of a lifting body airliner. It landed in the hangar, using primitive chemical retro-rockets. The Admiral and two guard stepped out. The guards carried coilgun assault rifles, crude, but effective. 

"I am Admiral Seòras, if you wish to draw cultural connections, then I present myself as a member of the McClain Clan of Terra. However, clans hold an importance to only a small percentage of our population. I do wonder what you mean by 'our shared ancestry', are you human?"