[b]Draconian World[/b] [i](Triarian)[/i]
The scavengers were busy gathering any technology as usual. Probably kept on finding already found technology, but whatever.

"Sir, multiple unknown contacts headed towards this way. Their weapons look ready, they are showing signs of aggression."

"What?" The station's operator became quite nervous, in response to the intelligence officer's words.

"Repeating, sir. Multiple weapon-ready contacts approaching, possibly aggressive."

"They're probably here only to pick up some stuff. Lend them some, maybe- what the fuck was that!?"

A loud, rumbling sound were heard from the audio devices down on the planet. The two looked down from the window, to see multiple explosions littered across the surface, with beams coming from the same foreign fleet detected. The man opened up a communication link, and sent the following message with a translation code.

"Attention, hostile fleet! You are engaging against our technological and biological assets! This is an act of war, and if you continue, official war may be declared with the permission from our Council!"