[ WP ] A peaceful alien race is besieged by another race in the same galaxy . As their last planets fall and their home-world comes under threat they do the unthinkable . They ask for aid from the only known creatures more brutal than their foes in exchange for FTL technology . Humans accept the deal .

78 seats sat around the table. all of them were our leaders, our military the greatest minds our species had, were assembled for these negotiations. Our planet seemed lost. 
 
 we were relegated to a tiny slice of land no bigger than the human continent of south america. the fight the battle and the war were lost. and in our moment of weakness we reached out to our only hope. neither a friend nor ally but a shot in the dark through the eye of the needle while the storms of war errode everything we have. 
 
 our only hope was humanity a ruthless and brutal species which is split into many small tribal factions. hard to believe they would come to be our savior. In fact not even all of them are needed. we only needed to reach out to the most militaristic tribe, their king is a notoriously hard man to like, understand and reason with, he is however known as one of the hardest negotiators in the seven Galaxy's closest to ours. 
 
 If the agreement was made. our planet would be saved. any and all of our technologies that were superior to the humans would be shared, we would also pay tribute, and we would enter into an alliance with the human tribal leader 
 
 78 seats around the table. all of them were our leaders apart from one. then as the agreement was to be signed with time dripping away and our ultimate defeat becoming more reality than fear, the human tribal leader spoke; his last request was bizarre, we agreed to it immediately; we were to build a great wall around mexico - and we were to pay for it.
