[ WP ] `` For our safety as well as their own , you must never let these creatures form their own society , no matter how much they plead . ''

We reign over nearly a thousand galaxies and spread our infrastructure far beyond the stars that dot our homeland's sky. Blending diplomacy and pure force is a fine line we attempt to walk in each military conflict. Allies are needed, enemies are not and the vetting process is meant to be a mindless protocol. We conquer with one ultimatum, a very straightforward question meant for those in charge and our reputation usually sways a swift and decisive answer. The answer would decide the fate of each and every inhabitant on said planet. Will you live under the King in peace or must we live for you? 
 
 The weak, the one's who realized our Godlike power was faultless and unmatched, usually choose to live in peace. Seeing our armada hover over their atmosphere, casting immense shadows over their homelands, strikes fear in most and often produces an answer before we even touch the soil. These are the cowards, the peasants we need for grunt work and bearing the monarchies unquenchable tax load. But as always, even with our kind, the stubborn exists and some creatures bow to no one. Blood shed and lives lost mean nothing to those with pride and honor. These creatures are the ones we are truly hunting. These are the souls we can bend, break and mend back to our liking. These are the true prizes in our space hunts. 
 
 We have six planets and three moons we use specifically for assimilation. These involve massive buildings, most ten miles long by five miles wide, each building stretching just a mile or so from their given atmosphere. Small windows with panes generating StarEnergy seal in the slaves. Flesh, nor any known material in the universe can come out unscathed if contact is made with StarEnergy. No wasted space is present in enormous prisons, as each square foot belongs to a cell block. 
 
 No slave dies, but no slave lives; this is the only law the PowerGuards have. Mandatory assimilation lessons are given each day for six hours by Harbingers. These sessions range from medieval torture techniques to advanced SimuDream torture; a horrendous program that causes real time pain through dreams and uses joyful memories to twist into petrifying nightmares. Often times, Harbingers murder a prisoner's loved ones repeatedly in barbaric fashion, while also ending their own life after the witnessed horror. This is our way to keep them alive but also, let them burn in the intense fire of Hades. 
 
 For nearly a hundred generations, we have continued to grow and prosper, a majority of the success because of the assimilation program. But in the past twenty years, a rapid blink of the eye to us StarKillers, there's been one species that has completely been immune to our tactics. They bask in the physical pain we hand out, regardless of how long the lessons go on. The SimuDream is even more of a disaster because they bear no memories to use against them. They've actually turned the SimuDream against our Harbingers and completely reversed the torture process. 
 
 For the past twenty years, they've been in an isolation chamber deep within one of our moon's core. They are too dangerous to release and even more dangerous to keep. But time is running out and either option is not viable. Our clairvoyants; an elite group of psychic women born to a floating meteor said to be from heaven, have been predicting death and horror to the King of the StarKillers. As the General of StarFleet Armada, it's my job to fix this thorn in our side.
