[ 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 .

PLANET: 4BA-4 
 
 CODENAME: ROME 
 
 SELF REFERENCE NAME: GRAND MOTHER 
 
 TRANSLATION LOG: 
 2475-08-21: 
 
 All He does not understand. I do not understand. My life is one of eons, yet every All He lives only a few cycles of my star, but there are so many of All He. How could so many live at once, divided? I do not know. 
 
 I live alone, my spores and children live among the stars, our music shared over eons. We sing to please the All Father, but All Father was not there when the voices began to silence. Harmony replaced with pain. The screams of my children across the galaxy, each world silenced, another death. We were the eternal, the forever, children of the All Father. Insects and non sentient life served us, lived through us, and in kind, we served them. Harmony in the universe. 
 
 It was non-life that came for us. Infection. Cancer. They heard the music and came for it. All He called it `` Locus''. I had no way to save my children. Our songs would end and the universe would be silent, but the All Father heard our cries, and gave us the gift of the All He. 
 
 Sentient life, but not sentient life. All He lived and died many times, so quickly, but the communities of All He grew on Yellow Son. Her children, a blessing from the All Father. Then, the infection came to Yellow Son. 
 
 All He gave many sentient lives to save Yellow Son. All He saw the infection, the unlife, and chose to save life. Yellow Son, mother of All He, spoke to her children, and then made the greatest sacrifice since the dawn of life. She sacrificed the spores of so many more of her children so that All He could be sent to us all. Yellow Son will be no Grand Mother, but Yellow Son's sacrifice ensured many more of us would. 
 
 Many All He came to us, hearing our music and becoming one with our non sentient life. Where we once had infection, we now had a cure. For ages All He traveled, riding our music and screams, eliminating the infection, until we were finally safe to sing for the All Father once more. 
 
 All He, son of the All Father, cycles between life and unlife, living among our non sentient life. All He, riding our music and travelling among my children. 
 
 My children, may you never forget the sacrifice of Yellow Son, nor the work of the All Father to bring us All He. 
 
 Amen. 
 
 

