[b]Mars[/b]
Oumou, the project lead, smiled. It seemed that they were slowly figuring out English. She quickly motioned to the soldiers, and they yelled at the civilian sin a commanding but non-aggressive voice.

"Clear a path! We're bringing guests!"

The civilians seemed happy to clear out, and parted for the group. All of them had a different reaction to the aliens, some let their mouths drop open, parents held their children, and lovers clutched each other close together. Some ran, some slowly walked away. Most stood amazed, and a select few reached out to touch them. Through the crowd, an odd symbol could be seen. It was a cross, many around the person wearing it had a similar symbol, but there was something different about this one. It was on fire, had a point at the bottom, and had only recently been taken out. One of the soldiers immediately recognized it, a thin man with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a face that didn't fit in with a military uniform. His skin was somewhat tan, but not enough to be of another race. 

"GET THE FUCK OUTTA' HERE!" He screamed, shoving both of the aliens out of the way and putting himself between the man and his squad.

The civilians ran in feat, screaming. Only the man with the odd symbol remained, shoving the pointed end into his skin and twisting it.

"DECEIVERS!" Screamed the man, rushing towards the aliens. Noticing what he was doing, the soldier ran towards the aliens, reaching for his sheath. He pulled out a simple steel sword, definitely different from the plasma sabers the others carried. It had multiple symbols carved, no, forged into it's blade. They weren't in any of the languages on the signs or computers, probably a rarely used language. Whatever it was, it obviously held significance. The blade would have required a completely unique mold.

In the center, there was a shining copper star. A flattened spiral of copper ran all the way up the blade, apparently decorative. The soldier held it expertly, as if he had been holding it all his life. He looked at the man, whose veins were slowly beginning to turn a sickly green. He suddenly picked up speed, as if pulled by the sword. For a split second, the aliens could see his face. He looked like he had no idea what would happen next, but he still seemed confident. As if he couldn't imagine anything slightly bad happening next. In the final moment, he let go of the sword and smiled, as if it meant more than his life to make sure the sword was safe. The moment he let go, he fell on the aliens, the full weight of his armor being laid down on them.

An explosion came next, the view of the aliens being obscured by the soldier. The next thing they saw was a crimson liquid, pouring down on them. The soldier barely pushed himself off of them, falling limp on the floor just before them. His entire body was covered int he same liquid, and his breathing was twice as fast. It was clear that he could only move on arm, mainly because the other was just gone, lying in a gruesome mess beside him. The man that had caused the explosion had apparently exploded himself, giving his life in an attempt to kill the aliens.

"You're... alive..." Said the soldier weakly, a smile growing on his face. "Father... forgive him... he had no... no choice."

He coughed up more of the liquid, almost certainly blood. Despite it all, he continued to smile.

"Arizona... is... safe..."

Another soldier ran up to him, injecting him with a metallic-looking liquid. His breathing slowed, then stopped completely. His hear stopped too, as did any neural action. The bleeding began to slow as well, which was odd, since he appeared to be completely dead. Two of the soldiers lifted him softly, heading for the spaceplane. Oumou helped the aliens up, picked up the odd sword the soldier was using, and began to run after the soldiers carrying the dead man.

[b]Hazaka Union Contact[/b]
A giant warship immediately diverted course for the vessel, all of it's weapons prepared to fire. it sent a message to the new vessel, it was spoken without aggressiveness, but the vessel certainly didn't back down.

"This is the United Terran Federation Dreadnought [i]Norway[/i]. You are in Terra's gravity well, and have thus invaded the space around our home world. A battle was just fought here, so forgive our suspicion. You will have to stay at your current location until further notice, everyone's on edge right now.

[b]Sol[/b]
A squad of ten frigates approached the Iscandarian ship, their weapons ports clearly glowing with plasma buildup. A message was sent directly from Earth, from the large area the humans referred to as "The District".

"You are almost certainly a distraction for the main fleet. If you do have Fergus McClain onboard, then we will not open fire. Now tell me, are you here to end this war? If you are, then dock with one of the destroyers. Fergus McClain can act as our diplomat."