Planet Otath, at a Confederation outpost.

 The squadron of Confederation troopers lounged inside the outpost, watching Phaserball on the TVnet, training, or working on weapons and armor.  Flint Carrsen tossed his helmet up in the air as he watched the three-team Phaserball match, and, as usual, during the commercial break there was a warning about the klissik, xenos, and an embargo on the Pluton Empire.  They were much more frequent these days.  Otath is a cloudy, dull, rocky planet, who's main inhabitants are human-sized rodent species, and  some colonies of klissik.  Flint went to Holo receiver to contact the commander, he turned it on.  Nothing happened. 

"Oi, Erkjk, what's wrong with the friggin receiver."  Flint called over his shoulder.  Erkjk, the galxthorican technician grunted in Galxthr, then went to the Communications room.  Then Flint heard a buzzing noise, a bug-like face flashed on the screen, a cry of alarm was heard, an actual alarm went off.  Flint jammed his helmet on his head, ran to the gun rack and grabbed his rifle, then dashed outside.  A swarm of giant dagrokk-riding klissik were flying around the base.  The turrets fired up and auto-locked on the dagrokks.  Dagrokks are giant monster-dragon flies from the klissik planet of Ragos, they have excellent sight and super tough exo-skeleton.  The klissik rained their primitive weapons down on the Confederation troops, bone spikes stabbed a solider, he then exploded.  Flint shot a klissik off his steed, dodged a ball of acidic dagrokk vomit, and ran inside, he grabbed the emergency receiver.

"Mayday, SOS!  Code Violet!  I repeat, Code Violet!  The klissik have attacked the Otath 274 outpost!"