(sorry, but I"m sick and barely able to get out of bed.  I'm going to take time to respond well rather than a fast half-baked response.  But I can get us started.  and there may be another player joining)<br/><br/>Nervously, Mneta climbs the steps and starts to explain.  As she walks comments from the crowd include: "THIS is the fierce alien?", "She's barely taller than a halfling", "They're so Stylish!" and "She's so CUUUTE!"<br/><br/>"I"m Mneta Ulara, communications officer of the Galactic Federation Merchant Scout ship "Starhunter".  We have a crew of 11 and our mission is to find worlds, inhabited or not, for trade and resources.  We mean no harm.  We intercepted a communication from your world that we thought was a distress signal, so we came to investigate.  By the time we realized it was a warning to stay away, it was too late.  We barely managed to keep from a catastrophic crash, and I came to beg help in restoring our ship so we can leave."<br/><br/>Only those with exceptional hearing will notice the spokesman muttering "Yeah, too bad I didn't warn them that alien races just MIGHT not understand morse code".  Then he introduces the bigwigs, the Mayor, Dean, several Parliament and council members, "...and I am Arthur Othniel Podzevitch, chair of the Entomancy department, which was decided as the closest we have to a zenobiology department.  I hope you understand that we need to verify your story, and we've assembled some specialists to investigate your claims.  We won't hurt you."<br/><br/>Mneta nods nervously.