Torra

  The people cheered and applauded as their new world leader stepped up to the podium. Elected by the billions worldwide, he smiled and waved at the vast crowd who made it there.
  "As your new leader, I hereby swear to uphold our planet's constitution and laws, and vow to protect our people from any harm that may befall us, be it civil or not."
  Everyone cheered even louder, the large field standing before the Capitol echoing their voices, and the leader imagined everyone at home doing the same. He felt more nervous than ever, but despite it, he also felt honored. He knew, however, that this joy and planetary pride would subside, and fear of the unknown would once again take hold of the many families worldwide. He stepped down from the podium, escorted by four guards, and twirled his two eye stalks nervously. His vision focused on his front sockets, and his six pores filled with fresh air, inviting to his rapid chamber, which extended and retracted to literally pump blood through his body.
  His advisor stepped up to him, carrying in one of three arms a clipboard. One of his eye stalks looked back to read it, his arm protruding from his lower back.
  "Mr. President, sir", he began, "the polls are just in. People are already uncertain. You've yet to mention your plan for dealing with the, um..." He trailed off for a moment, shook his head, and continued. "With the Terrans. The, um, Earthlings. They've just colonized the planet they call 'Mars', and their telescopes are becoming an increasing threat. We've seen their history before. If they find us, who knows what they will do?"
  The president rubbed his neck, just beginning to grow stubble, and sighed. "We don't know yet what they will do, good or otherwise. Just because they have a history of violence doesn't mean we need to jump to so-called 'solutions'. I am aware of what they are capable of. But there was a time when we, too, fought amongst ourselves. Every species learns to overcome their greed and paranoia. Eventually."
  The advisor stayed silent, but the president could tell what was on his mind. "Tell the people to not fear, that we are keeping a close eye on the Earthlings, the humans. Tell them we are working on... Defensive measures."
  The advisor's eyes widened. "Then it is true?"
  "Yes," the president replied, "and it's time the people knew. Hopefully it will remove some of their fears. Tell them we have developed the first interplanetary missile, and we hope to construct another in the coming months. The humans won't develop much farther by then."
  Solemnly, the advisor stepped away to report the news.
  'Gods,' the president thought, 'this is where we're at. Solving violence with violence.'
  But he knew there would be no other option.