Narrator: An historic meeting of fleet admirals is now under way aboard the Parliamentary Diet.
Petey: Welcome aboard, everyone. Thank you for putting your differences aside.
Narrator: The many species here represented -- Creethling, Golbwerian, Human, Spa'ang, Korbinton, Metisi, Unioc, Plelean, Namavawg, and more -- are just a tiny sampling of galactic races.
Petey: You represent the greatest of the galactic powers, and you will all need to work together to preemptively undo that which will have been done.
Narrator: Sadly, they're all that could make it on such short notice.
Delegate #1: We've had a look at these generators. Tausennigan Ob'enn plate-class ships are the only ones with the gravy to match them claw for claw.
Delegate #2: Where are the Ob'enn? Certainly they qualify as a galactic power.
Parliamentary Diet: They weren't invited for two reasons. First, their current cultural dogma calls for the eventual extermination of all non-Ob'enn. I doubt they'd "play well with others."
Petey: Second, I am presently engaging them in a little campaign of containment and re-education.
Captain Kevyn: Petey, I thought you were putting everything behind this effort.
Petey: I am. ALL PD ships have been pulled here to the core.
Petey: In my previous sixteen "retreats" the Ob'enn have pursued only four times, and in each case they've been lured into ambushes and heavy losses.
Parliamentary Diet: I am confident my war with the Ob'enn continues apace on a psychological front.
Ob'enn #1: Suuuure, the quadrant looks abandoned. It always does, right up until the screaming starts.