The Destiny Foundation

Eleven Kirilmechs and twenty Pakari crabs are teleported to the entrance, then they activate to prevent wondering thieves from stealing them from their true owners.

Note: "We have enjoyed doing business with you! Come again!"
Dear, Destiny Foundation,

I, Mavros, the mind behind the industries, am pleased with your purpose and mission in this life. The world needs more factions like you.

~~Mavros

Siyentid asks a couple people to fix the Kratoran problem.

They quickly come up with a preliminary prototype. That is, a Vortixx on a Rama transport with a Faxon. The operative goes to find some Kratoran to fix.

The operative returns.

The sonic data is hastily downloaded from his device, and a much smaller pistol-sized device is made.

Eleven are hastily thrown together, and SIyentid and several operatives don Kakamas. Another one stays behind to coordinate them via Selutu.

Siyentid skids to a halt, D'rin in tow.

Siyentid is already typing like mad at a command console.
"This is just the Destiny Foundation headquarters."

A headset is tossed at D'rin
"Record the sound and I'll loop it over the PA."

step one loop
step two play through PA system.

Siyentid frantically emails the Xian government. He is answered by Fekoro, who predictably dislikes the news but understands that placing the city under seige is not an option. He proposes an alternate option; He has the ability to put Project Feudal places, and he can set up a refugee camp temporarily.

Any Glatorian, Skrall, and Agori in the area fall ill.