Namek The gose
beckons
With 2(two) peepol.
Answering the call of NS, some ships appear a reasonable distance away from the coordinates sent. They come in as etended images from beyond, and compress quickly into single monolithic shapes of black without any distinctions. Shields almost immediatly jump into action, obscuring their weaponry with a shroud of erratic plasma streamlined into the shape of a semi-malleable cocoon.
The ships number in on 3, two destroyer-sized vessels and one that seems to be considerably larger. They stay motionless for a few minutes, before sending out a barrage of scans to detect the facility.
A sudden phenomena takes hold within a few thousand kilometers of the planet. It is a freak phenomena known to many across the galaxy, but with the size that it happens, a mere few meters of radius, it is undetectable: A bubble of randomness, as if the laws of spacetime were being actively thwarted and manipulated by some kind of outside interference.
Then, from the buzzom of such chaos emerges the wolfman, the powerful anthropomorphic being whose presence can be easily mistaken by that of a common human, but whose underlying power, now too well known to the galaxy, is something to be feared by the gods of the highest pantheons.
Nevertheless he stands there for a few moments, his piercing gaze stares down the planetoid, hastly yet patiently searching for the facility.