The Planetary Council...

RAP RAP RAP! The Chairman of the Planetary Council pounds her gavel to bring the session to order. "Order! Order! Order!" she yells. "Master at Arms! Bring this session to order!"

A tall man of imposing stature seated directly to the right of the Chairman smartly rises to his feet while maintaining his stare straight ahead and calls out, "Aye, Madam Chairman! ALL RISE!"

The 100,000 representatives of the Planetary Council rise to their feet as one in the giant auditorium. "The session is at order, Madam Chairman." the Master at Arms reports.

"Very well, Master at Arms." the Chairman replies. "Be seated." All at once, the 100,000 representatives of the Planetary Council take their seats.

The Chairman looks out upon the Council and announces, "I'm going to skip the normal formalities and get right to the reason we all know we're here for. The survival of our race in the face of imminent planetary collapse. Are there any solutions on the docket?"