[ 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 .

“ Majesty, our fleet lies splintered across the heavens. ” reported the Admiral. 
 
 A gasp filled the chamber at the dreadful news. 
 
 “ And the flagship? ” 
 
 “ Burning and adrift, Majesty. The Empire weeps for your loss. ” 
 
 “ We all lost children today, Admiral. We shall not cry, for our tears would surely drown us all. 
 
 The monarch turned to face those in the chamber. 
 
 “ Privy Council, we had feared this day would come. Now it is upon us and I seek your advice one final time. Few see the birth of an empire. Fewer still its end. Soon ours will be nothing more than memories and dust. But fortunate are we to be alive at this time for only we may choose the empire to follow ours. 
 
 “ We may allow our enemies to conquer and smite us, a right they have earned through blood and valor. Or we may unleash Armageddon and take our enemies with us into the blackness of eternity. Is that a fate they deserve, or is it a reflection of our anger and heartache? Advise me now, and I will take your council to heart. ” 
 
 One councilor, stooped with age, stepped deliberately from the gathered crowd. With a deep sigh, the councilor reached into a pocket, drew out a polished black stone and held it high for all to see. In a rush the others followed suit. 
 
 “ So be it. Admiral, arm the Doomsday weapon. Release the safety quarantine. Unleash the Humans upon the galaxy. May the heavens have mercy on us all. ” 

